At long last, I have finally sewn the buttons onto my great nephew's sweater.
I know right? It's about time. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate sewing on buttons? Even more so than seaming. But no matter. It's finished now, washed and ready to be packed up and mailed.
Which I hope to do later today. The packing up, I mean, not the mailing because the post office is closed. It being Sunday, you know.
I'd thought about driving up to Lowe's this morning and picking up some sand, because Justin The Good Landscaper told me to put sand in those ruts in the front yard, but I didn't. I have a vacation day Friday, so I might go up there then.
Then I thought I'd scrape up some of the red clay dirt from the back and use it instead, but it's still too mucky from the rain we got Friday. So I cleaned up some more of the branches from the tree I had cut down a few weeks ago. That was about all of the outside work I got done today.
Speaking of ruts, yesterday got the weedeater out and cleared away the grass around some of the deeper ruts in the back yard so I can see them better, because one day last week I turned an ankle stepping in one of them. You know, the ones he didn't fill in because I didn't specifically tell him to.
I'm going to stop whining about it now, but I was just so heartsick that he screwed me over this way. Now, I think he was even lying about having his truck in the shop. I think he intended to ghost me, until I started nagging him to get finished. It would seem I don't have any better luck in choosing who to employ than in choosing who to marry.
I was so looking forward to getting my raised bed garden set up and going, but now I've had to wait so long to even get started. I'll just be glad when it's all over and done with, and I can move on.
That's about all I have for today. I was going to talk about other stuff, too, but this has been one of those whelming flood weeks, and I just don't have it in me.
Maybe tomorrow.
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