Gramma
There wasn't much wind today, so I decided to wage war on the weeds using the backpack sprayer. Then I planned to do some weed-wacking. Five hours of spraying and I went in to make dinner. There are more weeds to kill.
I am not a great cook, but I made an effort today. Epic fail with cauliflower, chicken, bacon, portabella mushrooms, sour cream and cheese. Sounds good, but not so much. And, the kitchen is a mess. The dogs will probably get lucky later this week.
Gone are the days when I could work outside for eight hours and still clean up the kitchen. I would go back out after dinner and do some more stuff. Now I shuffle off to bed before dark. If I forget something downstairs, it stays there. Just me and my cat, listening to the frogs and the wind chimes, waiting for death.
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