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 Decided to tackle the garden today. Lower back immediately spasmed at The Very Idea!! Gave lower back a stiff g&t and then a glass of wine. Back subsided into mumbling complaints. I banged a garden waste bag open (the real reason I don't garden is having to deal with garden waste bags) and went out with a single cloth gardening glove because I couldn't find the other pair which were on the counter ffs exactly where I'd left them and tackled the cherry pits and creepers near the house. Did get most of what was growing in and around the AC compressor and some of the branches of the damnable mulberry still growing there. Must try a saw and bleach on it. Then checked out the waist high weeds growing by the cherry. Which aren't all weeds: are some kind of tree/ bush with thorny spikes on the stem, never seen before. Got some of that down too but must apply saw, bleach, and good gardening gloves to it eventually. Bag was full by then and I didn't want to bang another bag so left the slain bodies of my enemies piled up by the cherry and came in. My exercise for the day and not too bad, given that I haven't been out back in at least eight weeks.

I find the Charles Lenox mysteries vaguely annoying, for no good reason, but having finished one, all I want to do is read another. Ce qui est un grand preuve de la mélancolie de vivre. Upstairs I'm rereading The Weirdstone of Brisingamen which is... not suck fairy exactly, but not the book I read at 15. Always thought Garner was mad to say he found the first two books unsatisfying, and I will certainly not read the third, which sounds like Garner at his most 'unkind to the naive reader.' But I sort of see what he was on about. Mind, these are kids' books which really shouldn't be all twisty 'I'm not here to entertain you, you gotta work to understand what's happening.' But evidently Garner thinks different.