Category: yard work
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measurable laziness
A list of things I should get done this weekend: mow the back lawn pick up all the crap laying around in the back yard (should probably do that before I mow) clean up all the crap that’s accumulated on the deck mulch the branches I’ve pruned off bushes over the summer and piled in Read.
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silfay
I ruined evening silfay last night, but it had to be done. The back yard needed mowing in the worst way. I sort of got out of the habit of mowing at all during the summer-long heat wave when there was nothing to mow. It was all just turning brown and shrinking away, but not Read.
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grassy
I love yard work! Wow, do I ever love yard work! I love yard work so much, I did it all Sunday afternoon, and man did I have a good time! I wish I were doing it right now! This just in: The power of positive thinking is a load of crap. Yard work sucks, Read.
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seeded
Planting season has arrived. It’s official when dinners go from being meticulously prepared over a period of hours and eaten long after sundown, to being deli-sliced pastrami and cheese sandwiches with a bag on chips on the side – still eaten after sundown, but now so that My Darling B can spend the last hour Read.
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Honeydew
Day after Labor Day, back to the grindstone. Oh, wait. I’m still on seven-day weekends. Never mind. Or not. I’ve still got some yard work to do before the snow flies, and from the way the weather’s been acting that’s probably going to be at about noon on Thursday. I’ve pledged that I will finish Read.
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Due Diligence
It’s easier to find an image of a dandelion on the internet … no, wait: It’s easier to find more than 2,010,000 images of a dandelion on the internet than it is to answer this question: Do I have to declare my military pension when filing for my unemployment benefits? I know, because I’ve spent Read.
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Laundry List
Well, here it is, my first day home after the termination of my position at the office. The whole day’s my own, yet somehow I have a whole week’s worth of work to do. Funny how that happens. “I wish I could pay you to stay at home and be my house husband,” My Darling Read.
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that was the day that was
On this misty, crappy, cold day we declined to make the usual weekly circuit of the farmer’s market, so instead My Darling B offered to take me to Plaka Taverna for brunch. Plaka used to be Cleveland’s Diner, one of our favorite places to get breakfast on a Sunday, and they still serve what they Read.
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Saturday
It was a day of yard work … After breakfast at the farmer’s market and a quick stop at the thrift store to see if there were any books I had to bring home (there weren’t, but My Darling B found a platter she absolutely had to have), we took time out to have one Read.
This Is Drivel 