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Husband has been under the weather.
Thus, most of my household projects are all mine. Slept in until 10:30, then proceeded to empty and fill the dishwasher, run some loads of laundry, fold some laundry, and then went to work on the yard. Pulled out all the baby sumac trees, baby locust trees, and baby redbud trees from the hedges, irises, and day lilies. Then pulled the morning glories out of the hedges (which always saddens me, because it flowers so pretty, but I can't seem to train it to go somewhere productive) and the grapevines out of the evergreen trees. Fell on my butt and elbow onto the asphalt while playing tug-o-war with the grapevine. Impaled two fingers grabbing what I thought was morning glory in the birdbath, that turned out to be wild raspberry vine.
Have since showered and gone out to the store(s)--fireworks, groceries, and supplies for regrouting the shower. That chore looks like it's going to be all me, as well, at least until I screw it up.
Three-day weekend. Relaxation. Ha!
The cookout and swimming at Mom's tomorrow is actually going to add to my stress, in that it's cutting into the time I have to do everything else. Funny how, when one is making plans, one imagines the weekend as being so much longer than it really is.
Thus, most of my household projects are all mine. Slept in until 10:30, then proceeded to empty and fill the dishwasher, run some loads of laundry, fold some laundry, and then went to work on the yard. Pulled out all the baby sumac trees, baby locust trees, and baby redbud trees from the hedges, irises, and day lilies. Then pulled the morning glories out of the hedges (which always saddens me, because it flowers so pretty, but I can't seem to train it to go somewhere productive) and the grapevines out of the evergreen trees. Fell on my butt and elbow onto the asphalt while playing tug-o-war with the grapevine. Impaled two fingers grabbing what I thought was morning glory in the birdbath, that turned out to be wild raspberry vine.
Have since showered and gone out to the store(s)--fireworks, groceries, and supplies for regrouting the shower. That chore looks like it's going to be all me, as well, at least until I screw it up.
Three-day weekend. Relaxation. Ha!
The cookout and swimming at Mom's tomorrow is actually going to add to my stress, in that it's cutting into the time I have to do everything else. Funny how, when one is making plans, one imagines the weekend as being so much longer than it really is.