flemmings | (no subject)

Today was cool-for-June which means muggy. I would have been perfectly happy sitting on the couch, only what I did was go out and hack vines in the back yard. I had this brilliant idea of buying a 100 ft extension cord and taking my hedge trimmer to the great growth down by the garage. Which might have worked if I could get the uhh female end of the cord into the prongs of the trimmer. But I couldn't. Not enough upper body strength to push it snug. So I attacked them with the edged saw with a handle thingy, and slew them in great numbers, and filled a whole garden bag: and sweated several litres of water out of me. This was after I'd had my shower, naturally.

Then went up to the LCBO for vodka because everything hurts in this weather, and Farm Boy for dinner, various items from their Moroccan menu except they thought a Moroccan couscous would be improved by corn, most jnauthentically. Which I can't eat, of course. So I picked the niblets out as best I could but that put me off the thing

Came home, drank a cooler, went out to retrieve my tools: and of course had to hack away at more vines even though I know mosquitoes come out in the evening. It's going to rain the rest of the week, starting tomorrow night, and I want to get the uhh tree dust, whatever that is properly called, swept up before it all turns to paste. And I need more garden bags, though I finally figured out how to get them open. Upend them and put them over your head, and bang the unmoving last foot from inside. I'm sure it looks odd but it works.

But now I need another shower.