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Ch ch ch changes….
Today’s sunny weather had me craving Spring something fierce. I can’t wait to go work in the garden and get walking again.
I have hopes of making some rather large changes to the yard and garden this year. The pond is going to have to go, I can’t do the upkeep alone, there were some things The Curmudgeon could do easier than I can and he can do them no longer. Know anyone in PA who wants some lovely, large Koi? Have them contact me.
I’m hoping to install new stronger, dog-proof fencing between the yards, across the front, and down the alley side. I want my poor dogs able to run and play in their yard without me having to hold them on a leash every time they go out.
So far here’s what my Spring looks like:
- Re-home Koi and fill in pond
- Find a fencing company
- Build raised planting beds and patio with pergola
Looks like I’ll be keeping a certain landscaping company in the money and working my buns off to boot.
You all have a good one!
EEG is over now we wait…and wait…and wait
I always wish test results were instant. I hate waiting for them. We probably won’t know anything for at least a week.
The Curmudgeon could not get home fast enough after they removed all the wires and glue-like crap. He’d not showered for three days–this is a man who showers at least once a day. It took three scrubbings for him to get most of the stuff out of his hair.
He has three patches on his face where the ‘glue’ took off skin. He’s not thrilled. I’m disappointed that he wouldn’t let me get a picture of him in his scarf and fancy gauze covered wire braid. He has no sense of humor sometimes.
You all have a good one.
You don’z hab a scarf on, we knowz you now!
More pictures…
I have had a headache for three days now. Therefore, you are getting more pictures today.
They like MY SPOT on the couch.
Update on what’s going on with The Curmudgeon this week.
The Curmudgeon is having an ambulatory EEG done. This will take three days. Yesterday began in the very early morning with them attaching wires to his head that run down a sleeve into a machine strapped on his waist. A microphone is hooked to his shirt.
He must wear the microphone all the time and use it for a long list of events, such as eating, brushing his teeth, going to sleep, waking up, taking meds, etc.
He has a list of do and do not things too. Day one is over, he’s gone to bed, and can’t wait for day three to be here and gone. He is not a happy camper. He’s complained about the wires, the kerchief on his head, and everything having to do with this.
You all have a good one.
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