Picked rocks, hickory nuts, and walnuts from the yard. I hauled logs up to the deck for winter fires. I cleaned abandoned bird nests from the birdboxes. I stuck my arm up to the elbow in a pvc pipe filled with mud and leaf sludge in an attempt to get the gutters running more smoothly. I climbed a tree with a bowsaw in hand and cut down an errant limb. I shoveled mulch and swept the driveway. I tried, and failed, to figure out the problem with my parents' printer. [EDIT: I wrote this up yesterday and it wouldn't publish from my folks' computer...this morning I DID fix the printer!]
I also had some really good grub (thanks mom!), got to walk around inside a house in the process of being built (If you've never built your own house, you will not understand why this is cool. Parents have "built" at least two of our houses, and I will forever be enthralled with the process, and consequently love walking around in unfinished homes.), and faced down the neighbourhood bully-dog(he's really just a misunderstood soul that needs to be loved).
I've been at my folks' house since Sunday evening, and had to quickly get over the aforementioned tree-freakout, since they are surrounded by greenness of all shapes sizes, and manner. When we sit out on the deck, I hear frogs and owls and all manner of fauna. Probably some flora, too--the trees tend to creak as they sway in the woods behind the house. Armadillo come on the deck to eat the cat's food, as do racoons. Dad tries to shoo them away, but I'd rather just watch them and pretend I'm on some kind of lame safari. It's a wilderness of sorts here, lush and homey. This is what I miss when I look out on the desert of Arizona.
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