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Developing Spring

Thursday 25 April 2013 | 0 Comments

“Daddy! Daddy!” come the cries of excitement from the front of the house. “Daddy, you have to see this!”

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The zinnias are sprouting. “Unless they’re weeds,” she says stoically as we head back to the front yard.

“It’s entirely possible,” I mumble to myself. But they’re coming up just in the center of the pot, almost certainly zinnias. How would I know? I couldn’t recognize them in full bloom let alone when they’re just sprouting.

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More squeals from the backyard moments later: “You have to see this!” The snap dragons’ blooms are opening.

“Are they everything you expected?” I ask as I head up the stairs to inspect them.

“Well, no,” she says with her sly grin. “I was hoping they would snap!”

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Spring Morning Sky

Saturday 13 April 2013 | 0 Comments

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Gathering Clouds

Thursday 11 April 2013 | 0 Comments

We’ve had a mysterious leak in our basement every time we’ve had significant rainfall. It can be a torrential downpour or a simple three-day gentle drenching: the results are the same. Well, that makes it sound like it’s happened several times. It’s only happened twice. We think it’s coming from the deck flashing: I suspect it’s like so many other things in the house: poorly installed.

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With forecasters saying a huge — absolutely mind-blowingly large — storm is on the way, duct tape appears and we compromise on a quick fix. Or rather a quick temporary fix.

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The storm clouds build, darken, and spit a little rain, but nothing terribly significant. Perhaps it was all in vain?

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I hope not — a good shower to wash the pollen from everything would be just about perfect.

Cinderella Around the House

Friday 05 April 2013 | 0 Comments

I got my book to clean. I got the laundry and put it in the washing machine. It got me stressed out because it was hard. I did a lot of work to do it.

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I cleaned the toilet after I read the page in my book. It told me to get the cleaner, and I got the brush and cleaned the toilet.

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I read the page of my book and it said to scrub the mirror, scrub the floors, and mop the floor.

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While I was cleaning, my stepmother was resting, playing a game of chess on the computer, and taking a nap. She was eating and telling me chore after chore.

Sweet and Sour

Wednesday 01 August 2012 | 0 Comments

Summer is sweet and sour. It is vines of filled with tomatoes turning a gentle orange before shifting to deep, sweet red. We pick them and smell the perfume that lingers on our hands. Romas provide consistency; Better Boys provide juice.

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Then there's the sour: weeds. They grow in the now-composted mulch that's supposed to be keeping them out.

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But there's the sweetest of all: a boy who will wait patiently while mom tugs at the weeds.

August Morning

From Dawn to Dusk

Friday 27 July 2012 | 2 Comments

Breakfast

Breakfast should have been a hint of the day to come. While at Aldi yesterday, we found a real deal on small fillets, so we had steak (one fillet shared between the two of us) and eggs for breakfast.

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The Girl entertained the Boy while we finished up breakfast, and I joked, “This is the kind of breakfast that sticks with you until dinner.”

Little did we know how busy we would be

  1. Applying another coat of Thompson’s on the deck (it didn’t make sense to leave a touch in one can) while K took care of the kids and did laundry;
  2. Mowing in 95 degree pure sun as K took care of the kids and cooked barszcz;
  3. Cleaning the house while K took care of the kids and did more laundry (The Boy goes through so much laundry that it’s a miracle there’s still water left in the county);
  4. Taking the Girl for a promised swim as K took care of the Boy;

It looks like such a short, innocuous list, but between steps three and four, K and I fell asleep while the Girl watched an episode of Martha Speaks and the Boy took a post-meal snooze.

And nature provided the first test of four mornings’ of waterproofing

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You’d think

Thursday 26 July 2012 | 0 Comments

that after spending the last three mornings/early afternoons spreading a liberal coat of water sealant on our deck that I could get by with a post-wash, pre-treatment picture from 2008, when I last did such a thorough job.

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After all, I’m just trying to post this thing so I can get back to my cigar and YouTube snooker…

Schedules

Wednesday 18 July 2012 | 0 Comments

Weeding

It's easy to weed when you have a semi-set schedule, when there's not a little squirmy body waiting for regular feeding, when evenings seem to drift by. But we have a wonderful squirmy baby, and evenings don't drift by, and we have no schedule of our own. As such, weeding happens at six in the morning...

Weather

Monday 16 July 2012 | 0 Comments

Why talk about the weather unless you’re in an uncomfortable situation? Perhaps when the weather is exceptional? Perhaps a week with almost daily rain in the heat of a South Carolina July?

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Still, it’s not so much the rain, or even the storm, that’s worthy of comment: it’s the still-green grass in the front yard midway through July that’s striking.

Eviction Notice

Sunday 08 July 2012 | 0 Comments

A few years ago, we had our first problem with yellow jackets. I took the problem very seriously. Well, somewhat seriously.

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In short, I was terrified. I didn’t want to get stung, and I had this vision of them swarming out of their hole to attack, hence the layers and layers and layers.

Recently, a new batch took up residence in our front yard. I took things a little less seriously than I did in 2007. I threw an old window screen over the hole at dusk and went at them through the screen. Still, I was cautious, wearing jeans, long sleeves, and boots.

And so yesterday, I chanced upon our third nest of visitors. I’d inadvertently run over the nest a couple of times with the mower, so we were well on our way to making friends already.

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This morning, I gave them a housewarming present: three gallons of boiling water.

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A few more gallons in the early evening and I think they’ve got the point.

If only I could leave pheromone signs up: “You’re welcome to hang out here, but build your nest in a far corner of the backyard, well away from anywhere my children would be likely to play.”