No, wait...it's not Monday, it's Tuesday. Yesterday was President's Day, and we were off work, so today feels like Monday. I don't know why; since I work from home now, every day is pretty much the same (weekends included).
Sunday was Son #1's birthday. His wife threw him a mini-party Saturday evening, and we went over to their house for an early birthday supper. There was good eatin' and a little pickin' and singin' - two guitars and a baritone ukulele. I even pulled out a mandolin and played the 3 chords I know. ;)
Sunday, I got a bee in my bonnet and worked in the yard until I nearly dropped in my tracks. The new leaf shredder got a heck of a work-out, too, and now the rose bushes are all pruned, and the vegetable garden has three more tractor buckets full of shredded leaves dumped on it.
I hope this shredded leaf filler project doesn't totally screw up the pH in the garden soil. And I hope the leaf shredder ground the sweet gum seeds into powder; otherwise, there may be a sweet gum forest sprouting in the garden next year.
When I got out of bed yesterday morning, I felt Sunday's yard work from head to toe. Mid-morning, I put on my gloves and did more raking to work the soreness out. It was not much fun, so I didn't do it all that long. Piles of leaves and sweet gum balls dot the yard. I should grind them before it rains on them, but I probably won't.
We are planning a little get-away this weekend. Sister-in-law and her husband are coming along. I am not entirely sure where we're going. The original plan was to go to Louisiana to listen to some live cajun music and eat some good food. But the place I picked (not really knowing where it was on the map) is 8 hours away by car, so we all decided that so much time on the road would eat up too much of our long weekend. Instead, we picked a place about 4 hours from home, and we're going to go "junkin'" instead of listening to music. That's quite ok with me, for I like junkin'.
Not that I need any more junk.
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