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A
slow start.
I got some cleaning and arranging done, but only after
a very rough beginning. The day didn't want to begin; it was dark
and rainy. The temperature fell from hot to chilly.
Only
after sunset did I begin to accomplish much of anything.
A
spare CD rack has bars that just fit the martini glasses -- they now
hang beautifully from the rack in the liquor cabinet.
This
opened up room in the cupboards in the kitchen to put the champagne
glasses that were offered from G's move to Bexley.
Yury's
room became the transition room as things lying around the dining
room were moved there in a general cleanup.
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Some
dispute.
The birds in the tree out front could not reconcile
themselves to each over. They fought all evening and into the night,
loudly denouncing the others and making a scene long past the hour
when the birds generally settle down to rest.
Lifestyles
& Living.
Slowly improving.
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More from Hessel. The sailboat and the old fishing
boat at rest beside the cabin.
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Choir
rehearsal.
Bexley before and afterward.
Cut
the grass -- have I mentioned I don't enjoy doing that? I emerged
frtom the struggle caked in grass-cuttings and dyed green up to my
wrists. I perhaps shouldn't have cut it quite as short as I did, but
it's not going to get cut again immediately and the conditions are
perfect for bamboo-strength growth. The everyday storms had left it
wet and heavy, perfect for clogging up the blade.
Also
trimmed back the wisteria now that it is done blooming.
The
spirea out front are in bloom -- the large bush on the corner is just
past its prime, while the bushes across the front are just opening
up.
They
will all need to be pruned with a heavy hand soon.
It
was not a good day.
It was hot. As was all of this week, and is the forecast
for the coming week. And it's only May -- I'm afraid I shall melt
by July.
And
I'm worried that the air conditioner in my car is broken. Occassionally
is sends forth wafts of cold air, but more often it just seems to
circulate what's already around it. I'm not up to taking it to be
looked at right now -- it's just going to have to knaw at me and upset
me for awhile.
The
car
needs a tune-up and an oil change already, so this just adds to the
list.
The
prospect of repair bills always incites money concerns in me -- and
this one was no exception. It left me short-tempered and unpleasant,
eating away at any comfort I could give myself.
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More from Hessel. A moss-encrusted rock, beautifully
sculpted by water, will be hidden by raspberry bushes in a month.
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Oh,
it was a long day.
Polybag, thus early (tonight, not Thursday) deadlines.
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More from Hessel. What oats are for: catching minnows.
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Blockwatch
meeting.
After an hour of uprooting thistles at Portal Park.
HomeFront
photo shoot.
At the Fredericksons, which it turns out is directly
behind the Rutherfords' old house in Bexley.
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Hessel. Quiet. Peaceful.
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Busy
busy.
Tour
guide final changes, Commercial Lending Resource to press.
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Hessel. The former pine tree is racked below the
basketball hoop.
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To
Columbus
Chilly,
grey.
But it's still the lake; what could be better.
The
daffodils are only now showing buds. Forget-me-nots have sprung up
everywhere but are not close to flowering. Raspberry bushes are showing
infant (though already coarse and tough) leaves.
Dad
& I walked downtown to the Hessel Bay Inn for breakfast.
Took
the kayak out -- it was slightly warmer than yesterday, but windier.
I had planned to head downtown, but quickly realized I didn't want
to have to paddle back against that wind.
After
getting splashed by one overzealous wave, I went back through the
first cut and down to Marquette Island past St. Ledger. At least two
of the island places looked occupied -- a friendly beagle came out
to the shore to greet me as I went past one.
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