We've had one of *those* weeks. Monday - I don't remember. I know we did something? Ah. I brought many things downstairs on Monday. Tuesday was a real treat, as the a/c nutted up and we had to call for repairs. We did what all good Southerners do when the a/c knocks out during the summer - immediately headed out for beer. Wednesday we dealt with the heat and went to Didge's sister's house for a bit in the evening. Thursday, the a/c was repaired, and Didge started a new job. And today?
What in the name of God were we thinking by deciding to go to Lowes and WalMart for the makings of our new back yard at 11.30am during a heat wave? We have two large bales of peat moss, gravel for a patio area, a bag of sand that we have now realized we don't need but will nevertheless use, one bright red patio umbrella, one patio umbrella stand, and two bright red plastic Adirondack chairs. And a gallon of vinegar to kill weeds. Whee, wheeee, and wheeeeeeeeeee. I learned how to deal with one of those personal barges lawn and garden centers let people use.
One of our stops was at my parents' place to borrow a (I swear) little red Radio Flyer wagon for getting things to the back yard. We locked ourselves in the damned garage. I went out to find a Coke for my fussy little Didgeridoo Boy, and he followed. I said, "Didge, don't....", and he shut the damned door. I was about to tell him not to shut the door, as it sometimes seems to lock itself. Why didn't we open the garage and go out that way? Because, darlings, that door was freakin' stuck. So we stood outside and knocked, Cokeless, and hot. My parents let us in, Mom got fussy Didge his Coke, and then?
We had to unload every....last.....bit.
Hopefully, we will have a back yard by Monday evening.
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