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which_chickSunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Today I decided that I was tired of looking at the woodpile. By the end of the heating season, the woodpile, which always looks pretty decent heading into winter, has gotten a little frayed around the edges. It's not neat. It's not even all stacked anymore. This is because I start out the heating season being all determined to use up the ugly pieces of wood and to use the wood as it comes off the pile instead of cherry picking the pieces for ease of splitting, starting, or burning. My good intentions last until about the end of December, most years, so that by the time the end of March rolls around... what? Yes, I know it's currently May. Some years I get tired of looking at the ratty ass woodpile sooner than other years. This was not one of the sooner years. Anyway. By the time the end of March rolls around, the woodpile looks tattered.
This year I have rather a lot of woodpile to clean up. We lost two large trees in a spring windstorm and Dad busily cut them up, split them, and dumptrucked them in my yard. I can't cut the grass until I get the woodpile cleaned up. Also, since the woodpile is kind of a windbreak deal, it gathers up leaves. The leaves and the inevitable wood bits have to be raked up so that they don't kill the grass and/or the lawnmower. Usually I set these on fire but it's so damn dry out there that I don't want to set anything on fire. Instead of burning that crap, this year I raked the leaves and the wood bits across the road and piled them fairly neatly in the woods there. (They are my woods on that side of the road, too. I'm allowed to pile stuff there if I want.) Anyway, I started on the woodpile cleanup project. The side by the driveway is raked. The existing pile has been dressed. I restacked the wobbly portions of it to leave a good edge for further stacking. I started on stacking the new stuff and made a decent inroad on that. I'm not even half done but I've made a good start. I'll have to keep working on it this coming week so that I can cut the grass next weekend. (The grass is currently between six and eight inches tall. It will hold another week if we don't get rain.)
Following my woodpile efforts, I weeded and watered the garden and the roses. I gathered up six bags (100 lb feed sacks) of hardwood chips (chipped brush from the spring windfalls) and finished mulching the (new) raspberries. (The chips are nice enough that I might also use them to refresh the mulch on the old raspberries. That won't happen today, though. I'm tired of mulching for the moment.) Seven of the twelve new raspberries have actual visible leaves on them. I expect at least two more of them to leaf out -- they've got buds swelling on them. The remaining three, I don't hold out much hope for -- they look pretty sorry. However, we shall see.
I also fixed lunch and walked around the lake. On the walk around the lake, I saw a dragonfly (some kind of clubtail) and a pinxter in bloom and zebra swallowtails and a black rat snake and a pileated woodpecker and mayapples up but not fully grown and not flowering.
Still on the agenda: bread, laundry, dinner, additional woodpile stacking.
I'm still not losing weight. I went to put on my knicker-sized jeans yesterday and there was no earthly way I could button (let alone zip) the damn things. Clearly, I need to be more active and eat less. It sounds so simple... why is it so hard? I used to be able to not-eat for like three days and I'd drop weight like a rock. It feels like I fucking look at food and get fat these days. I've been very patient about the whole food thing, too. I've not whined about it for quite some time now. I've kept my head down and done what I was supposed to do and I still don't fucking have a metabolism. It's been three fucking years, here. I want my metabolism back, damn it. (No, I do not want helpful weight-loss tips about cutting out soda and french fries and junk food. I don't eat that shit already and haven't for years. I also get more exercise than a little, thanks, but I'm working on upping that. I *know* that I need a better handle on portion sizes and I have a set of measuring cups handy on the kitchen counter for that very purpose. I *know* that I have a heavy hand with the butter knife and I *know* that I eat more white starches than I probably should. I'm just whining, here.)
Today I decided that I was tired of looking at the woodpile. By the end of the heating season, the woodpile, which always looks pretty decent heading into winter, has gotten a little frayed around the edges. It's not neat. It's not even all stacked anymore. This is because I start out the heating season being all determined to use up the ugly pieces of wood and to use the wood as it comes off the pile instead of cherry picking the pieces for ease of splitting, starting, or burning. My good intentions last until about the end of December, most years, so that by the time the end of March rolls around... what? Yes, I know it's currently May. Some years I get tired of looking at the ratty ass woodpile sooner than other years. This was not one of the sooner years. Anyway. By the time the end of March rolls around, the woodpile looks tattered.
This year I have rather a lot of woodpile to clean up. We lost two large trees in a spring windstorm and Dad busily cut them up, split them, and dumptrucked them in my yard. I can't cut the grass until I get the woodpile cleaned up. Also, since the woodpile is kind of a windbreak deal, it gathers up leaves. The leaves and the inevitable wood bits have to be raked up so that they don't kill the grass and/or the lawnmower. Usually I set these on fire but it's so damn dry out there that I don't want to set anything on fire. Instead of burning that crap, this year I raked the leaves and the wood bits across the road and piled them fairly neatly in the woods there. (They are my woods on that side of the road, too. I'm allowed to pile stuff there if I want.) Anyway, I started on the woodpile cleanup project. The side by the driveway is raked. The existing pile has been dressed. I restacked the wobbly portions of it to leave a good edge for further stacking. I started on stacking the new stuff and made a decent inroad on that. I'm not even half done but I've made a good start. I'll have to keep working on it this coming week so that I can cut the grass next weekend. (The grass is currently between six and eight inches tall. It will hold another week if we don't get rain.)
Following my woodpile efforts, I weeded and watered the garden and the roses. I gathered up six bags (100 lb feed sacks) of hardwood chips (chipped brush from the spring windfalls) and finished mulching the (new) raspberries. (The chips are nice enough that I might also use them to refresh the mulch on the old raspberries. That won't happen today, though. I'm tired of mulching for the moment.) Seven of the twelve new raspberries have actual visible leaves on them. I expect at least two more of them to leaf out -- they've got buds swelling on them. The remaining three, I don't hold out much hope for -- they look pretty sorry. However, we shall see.
I also fixed lunch and walked around the lake. On the walk around the lake, I saw a dragonfly (some kind of clubtail) and a pinxter in bloom and zebra swallowtails and a black rat snake and a pileated woodpecker and mayapples up but not fully grown and not flowering.
Still on the agenda: bread, laundry, dinner, additional woodpile stacking.
I'm still not losing weight. I went to put on my knicker-sized jeans yesterday and there was no earthly way I could button (let alone zip) the damn things. Clearly, I need to be more active and eat less. It sounds so simple... why is it so hard? I used to be able to not-eat for like three days and I'd drop weight like a rock. It feels like I fucking look at food and get fat these days. I've been very patient about the whole food thing, too. I've not whined about it for quite some time now. I've kept my head down and done what I was supposed to do and I still don't fucking have a metabolism. It's been three fucking years, here. I want my metabolism back, damn it. (No, I do not want helpful weight-loss tips about cutting out soda and french fries and junk food. I don't eat that shit already and haven't for years. I also get more exercise than a little, thanks, but I'm working on upping that. I *know* that I need a better handle on portion sizes and I have a set of measuring cups handy on the kitchen counter for that very purpose. I *know* that I have a heavy hand with the butter knife and I *know* that I eat more white starches than I probably should. I'm just whining, here.)
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Date: 2006-05-09 11:05 am (UTC)I have determined that my own goal is to lose 46 pounds.
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Date: 2006-05-09 11:54 am (UTC)