Nothing is ever as simple as you think it's going to be. Before the wood chips can be toted to the back yard, there's weeding to be done. And the creeping charlie was pretty thick in some spots, and then there were the weeds that grew through the boards in the back deck, and between the stones off the back porch, so that meant a trip to Homeowner Hell for some vegetation killer, and in between there's phone calls from work...you get the picture.I finally got to work hauling chips, and after about 30 or 40 wheelbarrows full, this is what the pile looked like. Time to drop the blinds I think.
So far the best thing about today was a phone call that interrupted my work. My eldest came outside with the phone and a funny but pleased look on her face. "Dad, it's Katie Schwartz!" No shit! The delightful Ms. Schwartz called to say hi on her way to her fabulous downtown hotel, giving me a perfect excuse to drop the shovel and bullshit on the phone a little. I was dying just listening to her talk--she's a hoot.
Well, like I told her when she apologized for taking me away from my chores, considering the size of that pile it didn't matter if I worked another 10 minutes or another 2 hours. The rest will wait until tomorrow.
Because now it's time to get ready to go hear Schwartzie read at the Fixx, and my eldest daughter is coming with. Sadly, MizBubs is slaving away at the library until 10, and youngest is swamped with year-end homework.
