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Did get out in the grey humid morning and cleared the first and last third of the back garden path of its leaves, vines, and cherry pits. Not nearly as overgrown as it should be, and it can't be NND clearing stuff, though they do mow as much of my yard as they can get to. Oliver had fits until someone-- not SND-- came out of the garage and told him to stop growling, and subsequently took him inside. Oliver will bounce up to his back porch and stand there barking at me, tail going like a metronome: except SND keeps her screen door open and Oliver's tail bangs on the aluminum part. You'd think this might discourage him-- it can't possibly be comfortable-- but Oliver after all has small dog energy/ lack of brains. I don't know if two years old is still a puppy in chihuahua terms, but Oliver definitely is.
My back however did not have fits-- trust me, am grateful-- but footing as ever was uncertain. Still, sodden from the exercise, I lugged a full bag down the alleyway and up onto the porch, safe from subsequent gales and downpours. Which commenced thereafter, stripping more leaves off the trees. Have put my recycle box out and hope this time the rain will get to clean it somewhat.
Then inspected my tree trimmer which needs to be assembled but not by me, because my concept of spatial arrangements, and my elbows, are not up for Remove wingnut, line up something, return wingnut, tighten, and try to figure out how the cord goes. Maybe Prof Islamic Studies can do it, and borrow it for trimming his magnolia.
Then strained my soup stock and dumped the bones and celery ribs in the compost bag. No idea what I'll do with my stock. Probably just freeze it.
My back however did not have fits-- trust me, am grateful-- but footing as ever was uncertain. Still, sodden from the exercise, I lugged a full bag down the alleyway and up onto the porch, safe from subsequent gales and downpours. Which commenced thereafter, stripping more leaves off the trees. Have put my recycle box out and hope this time the rain will get to clean it somewhat.
Then inspected my tree trimmer which needs to be assembled but not by me, because my concept of spatial arrangements, and my elbows, are not up for Remove wingnut, line up something, return wingnut, tighten, and try to figure out how the cord goes. Maybe Prof Islamic Studies can do it, and borrow it for trimming his magnolia.
Then strained my soup stock and dumped the bones and celery ribs in the compost bag. No idea what I'll do with my stock. Probably just freeze it.