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Once I finished the two frenzied projects at work, some brain space and energy was recovered for other things.
I put the fence back up around the garden and planted a ton of tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cucumbers, zucchini, squash, beans, Brussel sprouts, and cabbage. They were all still there the past couple of mornings, so the fence appears to be doing its job. I've got a few more things to plant, veggies and purely ornamental flowers, but first my hands need to dial back on the soreness from wielding the bulb planter (my favorite tool for getting those veggie 4- and 6-packs in the ground) for hours on end.
I'm chipping away at the horrendous backlog in my email accounts. Yikes, there's some old stuff in there!
Now that the new washing machine is installed, we are doing laundry like it's going out of style. (The former one was out of commission so long it feels like some of the loads left in limbo actually did go out of style.) The replacement microwave is scheduled for delivery on Friday, so we will hopefully be all caught up with broken appliances. (House, can we please go awhile before something else finds it necessary to break? Kthnxbye.)
We attended a nephew's graduation party this past weekend, navigating some awkward family drama and scoring some pleasant time with the in-laws.
My husband is turning 40 this Friday, and I at last managed to pry loose some opinions from him about what he wants.
I finally took a deep breath and scheduled an appointment with the Repro Med clinic tomorrow, saying that I wanted nothing to do with the doctor until absolutely necessary. I'm also prepared to shut down any concern trolling about my weight or my age. Wish me luck!
I put the fence back up around the garden and planted a ton of tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cucumbers, zucchini, squash, beans, Brussel sprouts, and cabbage. They were all still there the past couple of mornings, so the fence appears to be doing its job. I've got a few more things to plant, veggies and purely ornamental flowers, but first my hands need to dial back on the soreness from wielding the bulb planter (my favorite tool for getting those veggie 4- and 6-packs in the ground) for hours on end.
I'm chipping away at the horrendous backlog in my email accounts. Yikes, there's some old stuff in there!
Now that the new washing machine is installed, we are doing laundry like it's going out of style. (The former one was out of commission so long it feels like some of the loads left in limbo actually did go out of style.) The replacement microwave is scheduled for delivery on Friday, so we will hopefully be all caught up with broken appliances. (House, can we please go awhile before something else finds it necessary to break? Kthnxbye.)
We attended a nephew's graduation party this past weekend, navigating some awkward family drama and scoring some pleasant time with the in-laws.
My husband is turning 40 this Friday, and I at last managed to pry loose some opinions from him about what he wants.
I finally took a deep breath and scheduled an appointment with the Repro Med clinic tomorrow, saying that I wanted nothing to do with the doctor until absolutely necessary. I'm also prepared to shut down any concern trolling about my weight or my age. Wish me luck!
