Kage Baker would be amused (wryly, I am sure) at some of my problems today. And also be cheering me on, I hope.
Today is my sister Kimberly’s birthday! She gets to choose the celebration, and she has chosen defensive gardening as today’s activity. So we are fortifying the perimeters, in sensible ways; the razor wire and deadfalls were lovingly considered but – on mature consideration – had to be set aside. Kimberly’s composter is small.
Anyway, today I need to help build the first of three new gates for the back yard, to keep out our demented commando neighbor. The first trip to Home Depot has already occurred, and my Cruiser valiantly fetched home all kinds of lumber, which was pleasantly reminiscent of Faire. (I can get 8-foot timbers in that car.) There is cutting and screwing and sinking of posts to be done, before we get to the fun part of painting it Kelly green.
I need to help re-seed portion of the parkway the neighbor has weed-whacked into oblivion; put up stakes and neon-oxalis-yellow caution string and a No Trespassing sign.
And a resident of Lord Howe’s Island took umbrage at my post of yestreday. I need to send a response and a guarded apology. It’s never nice to offend someone, even if you do it accidentally.
Have a very nice day, Dear Readers. I shall think of you all as I hold 2 x 4s and re-point the merlons.