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The house external-scrape-and-paint job starts on Friday.  The fence rip-out-and-replace job starts when the wood arrives at the fencing company.  Both jobs will be finished hopefully by the end of this month but I get twitchy and panicky about spending large sums of money.  No-one said house-owning was this expensive.

When the Men are away on retreat, what do the ladies do?  We bake, shop, visit yarn stores, and have a ball!  I love retreats.

In the mail yesterday there were two chunks of wood.  Granted, we are getting quotes for a new fence, but I never thought they'd send samples, two different bits of wood smelling like they've been dunked in something toxic.  Happily the cheaper fence seems to be

Fulfilled one of my gardening ambitions by destroying the ugly pampas grass squatting on the corner of our yard.  Initial attack with the loppers was followed by a shearing frenzy, some fork work, and finally a good raking.  Couldn't evict the roots, so we settled for pouring about

Some people have gardens, others have yards.  I tried to call my non-built-on green space a garden, but it just isn't working.  There is no garden to it, except for the flower bed with the crocuses.  The rest is a weed-infested jungle that I want alternately to prune,

So is this a techblog, talking about Java software development?  Or is it a knitblog, with pictures of work in progress, and finished objects?  Or is it a news blog, or a links blog, or a writing blog, or a religion blog, or a journal, or a commentary blog, or

I'm back.  Crocuses are blooming, albeit only when I'm not looking at them, the yarn for Sarah's socks just arrived, there's a warm cat asleep on the chair next to me, season 6 of Stargate SG-1 on the telly, and a tin

I'm taking a short blog break.  Barring one Blogger Idol post, don't expect to see anything here until March 8th.