Sleeting

I cleaned off the wood surfaces and dining room table. As reward, I got to dig. A nice trench on the neglected side, the clay soft with rain, lot of rocks and bits of brick. Filled in with autumn's leaves. Everyone who passed had a comment, most nice, or innocuous. One woman, older, on a bicycle, muttered to me to be careful of the dirt, not looking at me, but looking worried. I don't know if she heard but I said, "I will be careful, I promise." As I was finishing up, the rain began to pelt down, with frozen bits. I hied me hence and got everything on the porch.



Mostly, that side has done so badly because I have not dug as much. Whole lotta clay over dere. Given mulch and amendment, it might do well. Start with onions, given the known snail/slug issues. I have a bed for the onions now.

I can tell where I have not worked at all, because there is still more of the damn plastic impregnated sod the fools laid down, no doubt because it was cheap/on sale.



This room is better, the clutter was accumulating. But now I may have a reason. D is going to offer to host a game night. Not that I think they will notice if the place is clean or not, only that I will. He says it will be shallow socializing, which is fine by me. Voices in the house. A reason to clean. Sufficient for me.



Ok, it's sleeting out there. Also fine, since I'm in here, and don't have to go anywhere.