Party Day

Thursday dawned with clear blue skies, and I awoke in a fury over fucking Frani. What a drag. I wrote and told her that she was an addict who misremembers that night. It felt very, very, very good to call her an addict. Okay, enough said about her. She is dead to me now.

I got excited about the day as I did my morning rituals. I looked forward to being outside raking and tidying up Pinecone Park. Yesterday I worked, today, I play. I’m having lunch with the boys at Silva Bay, eating at the Firetruck food truck, and then tonight I eat at Woodfire with Nancy, Kris and Steve.

But yesterday was wonderful. No watering was required. Everything is good and wet, and so I just raked, rested and raked some more, and now I feel totally on top of maintenance. There are, of course, a million things I could to, and I will always be busy weeding or trimming, and until it gets too hot, I love having rests on my recliner in the sunshine.

Her Highness and I went for a short morning walk because I knew she’d be spending the day outdoors with me, getting exercise and greeting all my neighbours who passed by. Then, once home, I got down to work on the yard. I finished the weed whacking and then I got all the raking done that I wanted to do. Finally, the entire yard is free of all the shite that fell through the Winter.

There are a bajillion weeds in the fields. I decided to start pulling them with a great tool that I have, but all the bending got to me quite quickly. I was constantly out of breath, so progress was slow, and I was leaving little patches of dirt everywhere I removed the huge weeds. I’m concentrating on weeding the areas that are prominent to visitors. I can’t conceive of doing the entire half acre of weeding.

I can do about twenty minutes of weed pulling, and then I’m so tired I can barely lift my feet up the steps of the deck. It exhausts me, so I’m going to look at weed removers at the hardware store that you can use standing up. I think that will make things easier for me. It’s the bending over that kills me.

I got a hoe that has a sharp point, and it works well at getting the weeds up, but it still takes a lot of effort that exhausts me. I’ll just keep at it. When I was finally just too tired to continue, I watered the front beds. I reckon that between bouts of weeding, I’ll fertilize things because that is easy to do. There’s no bending down. 

By three o’clock, I was done. Sheba and I went to Elder Cedar to walk in the forest on a beautiful afternoon, and when we came home, I got into the spa. My workday was over, and I was looking forward to dinner and a movie. I love my evenings with the pets, just all of us chillin’ together.

Today has dawned clear and bright. It’s a perfect day for my lunch with ‘the boys’ at the food truck in Silva Bay. I’m really looking forward to seeing Jay, Eoin and François and having lunch in the sunshine together. Then tonight, dinner with Steve, Kris and Nancy at Woodfire.