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2009-07-20 7:12 PM Good Resolutions - - - Read/Post Comments (3) |
I am a day or so away from Panic Mode, with respect to my house and yard.
However, I got a bunch of green stuff I pretend is grass weed-whacked down this evening. As I go out the door the side yard looks halfway decent. As in it's halfway done. But the Forces seem against me. To wit--the weed-whacker really appreciates a freshly charged battery. And it works MUCH better with weed-whacking string. I ran out about three whacks into it this evening, so had to change the reel. I'm not sure if I have a new reel, but there was a partly used one on the dead weed-whacker. Before I go out anywhere tomorrow I'll check to see if I have any more reels in the garage. CC didn't help matters this morning when she brought in a mouse. A live one. When I left for PJ's and other errands she was looking for it in the office room. Oh well--if it's still alive it has to come out some time for food, at which point (if I'm lucky) CC may catch it again. I will not let a little thing like a mouse bother me. Not when a young raccoon dashes off the front porch in late afternoon broad daylight. The raccoons don't usually appear till about 9 PM. This must be a youngster that got chased away by its parents and is trying to find a territory for itself. By the time I get home from vacation I'll probably be able to put up a sign saying "zoo." There's already an invisible one saying "free food." Weather is in a "nice" phase, with cooling afternoon showers and/or overcast. Much better than that hot, rainless spell. I was at PJ's this afternoon when my cell phone rang. It was a friend from high school, trying to persuade me to go the the 55th reunion--in New Jersey. Friend now lives in Jacksonville, but spent a lot of her adult life in Atlanta. I have no particular interest in going. Aside from the fact that I'd be lost from the minute I touched down in Newark, I haven't been in contact with more than a couple of classmates. I left New Jersy in 1957 and the only times I've been back are when a plane flight takes me through that airport. And that's not often. But it was fun talking to her. I picked up my euros today from the bank. And I already got traveler's checks. I need to decide which credit card(s) I may take, then tell them what my travel plans are. I have no intention of using them, but it's best to be on the safe side. Let's see--tomorrow I need to keep at the yard so it looks halfway presentable, and rationalize that there's no point to running the vacuum around till Thursday. Procrastination--I am an expert. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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