I guess that 9-11 was the first time I realized how vulnerable we are, and with the way things are going in the world now, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tries it again. I’m trying to concentrate on only worrying about things I CAN control these days, trying to live each day to the fullest, wringing out every drop of joy from each one, so I will remember, honor the good people who died, their families, the responders, and then try to move on.
My husband put a listing on CraigsList for our old mower, which is only valuable for salvage. We have a couple coming this morning to look at it. Hopefully, we can check this one off our list today.
Yesterday I gathered the last of the tomatoes and then spent much of the rest of the day cleaning out the tomato planters. I had to cut the plants since they were so large and curled around the supports. I filled our large trash can overfull three times before I had everything out. I then cleaned up.
Today I’ll mix up a 2-gallon container of Killzall and spray it around the planters, along the edges of the sidewalks, under the deck, in the rock bed, etc. I’m hoping that we’re reaching the end of the mowing and weed whacking season.
I just hit some weird combination on my computer and my control pages for WordPress went wonky with the font size going to almost zero. I’m touch typing now, even with my glasses on, trying to edit this post I was writing when I did whatever I did. So far, I’m not able to make the dashboard get things back to usable, so I’ll finish this and then try to fight with it. If you don’t hear from me for the rest of the day, this is why.
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