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Took on the yard today, and I am happy to report that I am winning. Josie and I worked our asses off last fall pulling out all the little baby garlic mustard weeds and I'm happy to report there are almost none now.
Other weeds, of course, borage which is evil and the bane of my existence, and morning glory, and the neighbor's clematis that they apparently cut because the miles of it that entwines my trees is dead and needed to get pulled out... and I have to use the weed whacker on the rest of it. It's bad.
Flash, Flash. Let's see. The eye that was fine at first is now nerve-damaged - or at least the part of his face that controls his eyelid is nerve-damaged, and he can't close his eye. Which is leading to it being very irritated. He may need eyedrops the rest of his life, unless acupuncture or time heals it. Meanwhile the eye that was very bad at first now apparently can't really see, and the pupil stays open no matter what - but at least he can close the eye.
His feeding tube is now out, and the hole will close on its own soon.
I am done with Anne's work, and now I just have residual costume put-away and stuff, and my novel is MINE!
I stink. I need to go finish the yard.
Other weeds, of course, borage which is evil and the bane of my existence, and morning glory, and the neighbor's clematis that they apparently cut because the miles of it that entwines my trees is dead and needed to get pulled out... and I have to use the weed whacker on the rest of it. It's bad.
Flash, Flash. Let's see. The eye that was fine at first is now nerve-damaged - or at least the part of his face that controls his eyelid is nerve-damaged, and he can't close his eye. Which is leading to it being very irritated. He may need eyedrops the rest of his life, unless acupuncture or time heals it. Meanwhile the eye that was very bad at first now apparently can't really see, and the pupil stays open no matter what - but at least he can close the eye.
His feeding tube is now out, and the hole will close on its own soon.
I am done with Anne's work, and now I just have residual costume put-away and stuff, and my novel is MINE!
I stink. I need to go finish the yard.