Weeded the garden to be, accompanied by what I know as a mourning dove.
The nest is in the tree over the garage.
I have got the time/date stamp turned off, now. Had a bit of a chipglitch last week, and had to reset everything.
Dug about eight, two foot squarish, holes in the sod, and planted wildflowers (with their own mulch!) in the verge. Have to take this all slowly, step at a time. I'd like to have the sod scraped away, and xeriscaping done, no chance.
Looking at doors. The back door is a mess, with a dog door and it doesn't close properly, and it's falling apart. This will have to wait. Have to learn how to hang a door, too. Then get the lock transferred.
Want a new mailbox, for the purest of aesthetic reasons, unjustifiable, but I hate our much abused, doesn't close properly, rusty piece of crap mailbox. I know it's a bit silly, really. It's functional, ignore it. And mailboxes are so expensive, I was amazed. At least for anything not a new version of the one we have. Which seems even sillier to replace it with something merely to have the cover close, when it's already protected under the porch. And I really want a fitting box for mail, a bit of art, sturdy, pleasing. Closing.
Moby walked out as D was getting the mail today. "So, watcha doin' out here?" We really need to net off the porch, so he can come outside.
Thinking about how the genetics don't believe my "no." And it really is nothing, specifically, to do with me. But they live by these scripts and assumptions, and I am WAY off script. They honestly can't believe it when I don't say "I love you" or end the relationship. Family is forever, to them. I feel I have given them much more of a 'last chance' than I would give any friend - so I guess they have a point, and they still abuse it as a right, an entitlement. So, when I drop away, I may as well be speaking Greek or Chinese, they don't get it, will never get it. And I feel so much happier, breathing more easily. When the thought-stopping becomes automatic, instead of work, I will be content with my decision, and they will fade in my thoughts. Right now, not so much.
This weekend, looking at salvaged doors, and getting rid of more sod for the sake of wildflowers.
Digging holes helps.