Things done

Mowed the lawn Friday. On Saturday, bought a small Japanese maple and two hardy rhododendra, among other things--so help me, hardware stores have replaced office supply stores in the "Oh Look Shiny--Don't Let Me Go In There Alone And Someone Take Away My Debit Card" sweepstakes. A couple of solar lanterns were also bought. Motor oil for the lawnmower. Once home, I dragged out the roto-tiller and started on the Weedy Corner. Figured out after the roto-tiller clogged that I needed to pull all the wild violets/whatever in hell those purple flowered thingies are before I tilled. Four lawn bags later, I had cleared the area kinda--damned wild whatever-the-hells broke off at ground level, leaving roots behind. I pondered the cunning nature of this survival trait since that kept me from swearing, jumping up and down, and otherwise entertaining the neighbors.

Pulled weeds. Tilled about half the corner. Ran out of energy, and decided to leave the rest for during the week.

Sunday, today--Happy Mothers Day!!--I changed the oil in the lawn mower. Ate ribs and drank beer. Worked on the Gideon synopsis, and had vast quantities of Plot and stuff drop into my head from wherever. There is now a love triangle, which up to this weekend was unanticipated. Reasons for one major plot turn have been shored up. I'm still pondering a couple of others. I like this story.

Things done

Mowed the lawn Friday. On Saturday, bought a small Japanese maple and two hardy rhododendra, among other things--so help me, hardware stores have replaced office supply stores in the "Oh Look Shiny--Don't Let Me Go In There Alone And Someone Take Away My Debit Card" sweepstakes. A couple of solar lanterns were also bought. Motor oil for the lawnmower. Once home, I dragged out the roto-tiller and started on the Weedy Corner. Figured out after the roto-tiller clogged that I needed to pull all the wild violets/whatever in hell those purple flowered thingies are before I tilled. Four lawn bags later, I had cleared the area kinda--damned wild whatever-the-hells broke off at ground level, leaving roots behind. I pondered the cunning nature of this survival trait since that kept me from swearing, jumping up and down, and otherwise entertaining the neighbors.

Pulled weeds. Tilled about half the corner. Ran out of energy, and decided to leave the rest for during the week.

Sunday, today--Happy Mothers Day!!--I changed the oil in the lawn mower. Ate ribs and drank beer. Worked on the Gideon synopsis, and had vast quantities of Plot and stuff drop into my head from wherever. There is now a love triangle, which up to this weekend was unanticipated. Reasons for one major plot turn have been shored up. I'm still pondering a couple of others. I like this story.