I'm typing this with nine fingers, because one of the things I did this weekend was bang the ever-loving hell out of my left pinkie finger with a badly planned attempt to close an S hook that was about a foot over my head at the time ... not smart.
The rest of the weekend was spent planting an herb garden (here's a shot we took during one of the rare non-raining moments during the daylight hours) and putting in some sort of a crushed-rock-and-paver-stone path along the side of the garage. It entailed shoveling about a ton of gravel, tracking at least that much mud on the driveway and helping me to realize that I'm just not at all blessed with upper arm strength.
Of course, I could do something about it, but every time I do, the pain is so intense that I just drop it. Lather, rinse, repeat.
"And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." – Sylvia Plath
5.26.2009
so what did i do this weekend?
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