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I spent last night fighting through a difficult chapter. I’m not quite done with it and in rereading it today, I think it’ll work. Adjustments will come later. So far, so good. The hard part will come when the job drama picks us both up by the scruff of the neck (again) and starts slapping us around (again). I really don’t need another two years of fiction writer’s block.
I love my hedge trimmer. I finished a huge amount of front yard work this morning with a keen eye on changes and big cutbacks for the coming year. The future is uncertain and will remain that way until the end of June. After that, until the end of August. Then again, until the first of October because that’s the kind of stress some employees are required to suck up.
I may be taking care of things by myself for a while, including looking for an office job, and while the hedge trimmer and I get along famously, a different, shorter, more compact variety of Barberry wouldn’t require the time I may no longer have for it to look pretty. And by pretty, I mean so the trio doesn’t grow as tall as the house. Ditto for unruly azaleas, burning bush, laurel, and the row of holly. But do I remove them all and just be done with them? Not unless I want to hand over my front yard to the unsupervised renter kids. There are reasons behind these prickly hedges.
Then again, if I can trim and shape all those plus get in a thorough clean up in five hours, maybe that’s not so bad. But, could condo living be in my future? One without having to maintain the “grounds?” Quite possibly. In another, bigger city? Stranger things have happened. We’re waiting to see what cards we’re dealt.