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It is a measure of how nasty the old fence was that the house looked nicer with no fence at all.  It was an elderly stockade fence with peeling white paint that leaned in all the wrong places.  The corpse of the old fence was stacked on the driveway last

I'm getting Princess-Diana-Funeral-Week flashbacks.  When Princess Diana died, we'd just come out of watching Conspiracy Theory, and we were sneaking a shortcut through Guildford Railway Station to get home.  There was a late edition of the Evening Standard on sale in the station WHSmiths saying Diana

Three people multiplied by two and a quarter hours plus one electric hedge trimmer, two rakes, and one broom equals eight and a half bags of yard waste plus one dramatically improved yard. Contemplative hedge trimming doesn't work too well.  Contemplative raking and sweeping works a lot better.

Would the person who ordered a Midwest Monsoon please stand up? I'd like to see you in my office.  Now.

It got dark, very quickly, then the hail came around 2:45pm.  Loud, too loud to concentrate, bouncing off the ground and rattling the windows.  Sounded like an angry mob stoning a heretic.  Thunder in sharp whip cracks instead of slow rumbles.  Marble sized hail, in late May, collecting in

I probably won't post this week.  It's the end of the month, which means a ton of work, an inflexible deadline, lots of overtime, and desperate prayer that I won't have to go in next Saturday.  See you in June.

Stand aside Starbucks Mocha Frappachino ®, there's a better wake-up call: grapefruit juice.  A hefty dose of citric acid first thing in the morning is bound to wake me up.  I found a freeware alarm program called Citrus, and a set of sounds to go with it called Lemon

Somewhere in Texas had 17 inches of rain Thursday night according to the radio, which is 43cm, or nearly half a metre.  I'm still a metric girl, it makes much more sense just to slam on an extra zero or power of ten and keep making up great

Three-big-trees-raining-white-fuzz season has started.