(Warning: This post contains graphic TMI)
I have a pretty good sense of humor. And, given the position of the moon and its relationship to Jupiter or whatever, I can take a good amount of needling. I even pride myself on my ability to change direction at the drop of a hat, to be flexible (in every way but physically....)
However, even I have my limits.
|Biggify at your own risk|
Because of the Doxycycline, I cannot be out in the sun without every inch of me covered. How lucky, then, as I started to feel more normal, it rained almost constantly. (Yes, that is the sound of sarcasm dripping.) I did manage to drag myself outside Friday afternoon to finish clearing out a raised bed - only because my neighbor was mowing my lawn and could witness me keeling over, if it came to that. Saturday I planted two kinds of kale and collard greens in the rain.
Sunday, the errant 17 y/o finally showed up (after being liberally bribed by his favorite Rhubarb Crumb Muffins) and the erosion barrier fencing was installed. Never mind the actual sheep fencing. I have a tentative promise (HA) for this coming weekend.
The skies finally cleared so that I could hang out my laundry on my newly-fixed laundry tree. Or not. When it was fixed, we did not take into consideration that it swiveled within the joined pipe to help offset the various weights on each of the four sides of your laundry. I pegged up a sheet and the entire thing listed alarmingly to port. Fine. A new laundry tree has been ordered.
I leave you with something much nicer to look at.
|Layla in her favorite place. In full camo.|