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Well, we both have flats of seeds started- finally. Tim has one flat of tomatoes, peppers, and I think some cabbage family things. I've got two flats of flowers and herbs, and need to start another one, for the nasturtiums, poppies, and sunflowers. Tim is alarmed and wants to know where the hell I'm going to plant all those since his back won't take running the rototiller this year. I keep pointing out that I had something like five flats last year and got them all to fit, and the ground is soft this year. Or will be, once it thaws. Then I remembered that it might have been five flats of the 4 packs, which means 48 plants, not five seed/plug flats, which have 288 plants. I guess I'll find out when I start planting. Either way, I'm still going to start the sunflowers etc.
Tim's back gets better and then worse. He's having me rub old-man stinky cream on it. Then my hands smell of it for hours, even when I wash my hands twenty-seven times after. For a couple of days he was moving more comfortably, then he spent too much time outside raking and picking stuff up. The last two nights when he went to bed he laid there for a couple of hours, moaning loudly, especially when he'd move. And of course tomorrow he'll hurt it at work.
We have had one crocus bloom- in the middle of the lawn area. Not a good place. The gophers don't have much good sense when landscaping. It looks like the February daphne (which never blooms in February) may have died- it's crushed and torn apart. Hopefully maybe the bottom of the main trunk is still alive and I can cut it back.
I have accomplished nothing in the house this week, and written nothing. I *did* make it to hospice, and then... the computer broke. There are lots of computers, but only some have the programs I need and only some of those have the files I need. They moved all our stuff (they have now cut the office down to half the size it was) and the computers got shuffled. IT got on the network to move the programs and files over to "my" computer, and the computer itself balked and refused to restart with that stuff on it. When I finally gave up and left, he was still trying to get a restart- about the 20th one. I can only imagine the words he was using (I could see what he was doing, but not, of course, hear what he was saying). If it had been me, I would have probably walked to our office and thrown the computer out the fucking window. I was just SO GLAD it wasn't my responsibility to fix it!