
My Girl

around the house




The whole day in the yard -- every bush or shrub that could be trimmed was. For example, I turned this

into this

The day started calmly,

But soon, I was turning this

into this

bringing everything I cut off of every bush (and every blade of grass I trimmed) to the community dump pile across the street.

Such was the day -- working in the yard, working in the house -- that I took one photo the entire day, of the Boy doing his part.

The rest stays in my head -- and in my legs, arms, and exhausted body.


K changed jobs a few weeks ago, moving away from pure surveying and CAD work to something a little different: water-line inspection. Sort of. She works for Greenville Water now, which means she no longer needs the fancy desk she was using.

Which means, I took it to school today. When I walked into my room, this is the sight that greeted me: all the desks turned up, ready for the poor custodians to come and scrape gum off the bottoms of desks.

More changes when we got back home: our neighbors are going to be moving out at some point in the near future. They've lived there long before we arrived. It will be strange for someone else to live there.
