I am exhausted. Working. Then coming home to landscaping tasks. Then housekeeping tasks (which never get the time and attention they need). This morning, while washing and moisturizing my face I stopped to look. I had glimpsed something "new". Dark slivers of bruises under my eyes. Wearing my trifocal glasses covers that section of my eyes usually. I don't remember seeing the bruises last week. But, I admit to being very tired. Weary. And the muscle on the outside of my elbow joint is still hurting, but only when I lift something that puts stress on the muscle. Which I try not to do. But I forget and then when I sit down to watch television the muscle lets me know I used it too much during the day.
Yesterday I sliced the top layer of weeds and grass off of about a square yard of the next landscaping bed that will be getting my attention. I even managed (with G's help) to dig up a large clump of iris. A few iris are nice. A clump is not. I have about 10 (or more) square yards to clear before I am done. The "every five year" weeding process. And, since it's five years since I started working full time--it has been that long since everything was properly weeded.
One major accomplishment that I am quite proud of at this moment in time--- every single plant I started, purchased or was given, is now in the ground. The back deck is bare. No pots. Never happened before. The next major work is a large brush fire to clear things up in the back acre of the yard. G and I have burned brush as the snow fell on us. Still could happen. The leaf pile has grown, diminished and then grown again. I planted garlic ( I said I wouldn't).
I must pack my lunch and get Riley ready to go to day care. It's Friday. I have tomorrow off.
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