The whole tree falling, yadda yadda... Feeling a bit isolated in bloggyland lately...I'm sure it has nothing to do with me stopping the blogging for several months...
It's closer to 2 am than 1 am, and I'm up and I blame a certain coffee company's new iced coffee packets that are probably going to be my crack for the summer. I had one at about 6 pm and at the time it was awesome but in retrospect, not such a great idea.
It did get me out and working on the yard after the kids went to bed. The girls were both at soccer camp this week and I made myself a fantastically detailed list of things I wanted to do around the house while they were elsewhere. Even though they are older and more independent now, it just seems to go more smoothly when they are busy somewhere else. I wanted to wallpaper the wall behind the backdoor coat rack because the previous residents of our house thought it would be grand to cover that wall with red floral maktak (does anyone else call it that? it's the adhesive stuff that is usually used to cover things like notebooks and binders). Anyway, after living with it for several years, I got sick of it a few months ago and I started to pull it off and with it came the top layer of drywall. Lovely. So I now have some nice textured and paintable Martha wallpaper to put on, and while I am not a huge fan of the wallpaper, this stuff claims that it will cover up wall imperfections or something.
In spite of all the thinking about this project, and the shopping to prepare for this project, I did not actually start on this project. But I did start to clean up the rose bushes at the side of my house, and I am now the proud owner of the mangiest half dozen rose bushes, now that all the weeds and little tree saplings that had taken root there have been evicted. I have learned how to get rose thorns out of my hands using my teeth, I have a very tough looking scrape and bruise on my calf, I am achy, but I am quite proud of myself because I never really saw myself as being a gardening type and I managed to get something done. Never mind that I was going to town on branches while swearing viciously under my breath.