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Finally, two weeks later than we'd planned, my dad is coming tomorrow with a truckload of compost to spread over our front yard. We're going to re-seed and hope this time that grass sprouts, instead of (or at least along with) weeds. Of course, this time I intend to go along the yard with a rake after we've put down the seed and turn it into the compost. That should at least make it harder for the birds to come along and eat all the good seeds. And then we'll water faithfully for a few weeks. The landscaping service that's trying to grow grass in my parents' yard told them to water three times a day - Dad had to buy hose timers. I'm trying to decide if we need to do something of the sort.
A truckload is well more than we should need for the front yard, even spreading the compost thickly. But Matt signed up with the Arbor Day Foundation a few weeks ago, so eventually they're supposed to be sending us a bunch of baby trees to plant in our yard. Leftover compost will be good to mix with the clay we've got now when we do that. And I will plant a small garden next summer, damn it, so I'm thinking of going ahead and turning over the ground in that area this weekend, and mixing compost into that so it has the winter to soak in. (Also, the thought of breaking the ground is what stalled me so much this year. If it's already broken next year, I won't have any excuses.)
I know, I know; I couldn't possibly be more boring. But nothing is happening. I'm going to start teaching a class at work next week, but that's all ready to go, no problems. I'd have gone over to Braz and Kris' last night to play tennis, but just before she left work, Kris got a killer headache and had Braz call me to cancel just as I was getting ready to walk out the door. (I knew she'd get sick of me first...) So I spent last night reading and watching TV.
I could tell you about how I'm excited to try the soup I made for lunch today, because I seasoned it with basil from my own little herb garden. But that would be just as boring. Sorry, guys, I just don't have any thrills or chills to report today. No deeds of derring-do, no valiant calls to arms, no heartrending emotions...
Just boring. Sorry. But on the other hand, I kindof like it this way.
Shit. I just lifted a hand to my face to adjust my glasses (a habit more than a necessity) and realized I forgot to put on my glasses this morning. Heh. Heh heh.
Now, I'm not only boring, but kindof dumb.
I'm trying to decide if I actually want to go home and get them. I know I probably should, but my vision isn't that bad, and I can go without them for a pretty decent length of time as long as I'm not doing a lot of visual concentration. And since I'll probably just wind up spending the day surfing... Ah, well, maybe I'll go get them around mid-morning when I start to get really bored.
Word of the Day: derring-do - daring action
News of the Weird: Man Arrested Because of Bulge In Groin
- Don D. Astorga was convicted last Wednesday of violating the Endangered Species Act when he was caught smuggling lizards into the country by carrying them in his underwear.
He was arrested at the airport in June when police noticed unusual bulges around his groin -- bulges created by lizards stuffed in tube socks.
(whole story)
- between books
Current Projects:
- nothing
Diet Progress: 13 lbs lost
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