Howya, epople.
The usual scads and lashings have been accomplished here, and then next activity is the non-optional fluvial studies (that’s runoff) hike to the park. James are whiny, but they’ll get over it.
Our landscape contractor was over yesterday evening to measure and discuss. There was a brief flurry about discrepancies in the measurements until I pointed out that DP was talking about feet, while the landscape guy was measuring in meters.
I went in to make the bed and say my morning prayer and ended up gathering up the summer clothes as well as those that I’ve been keeping for sentimental reasons. I’m not done, yet, but the Donations Pile seems to be winning another round.
Some are being donated because I’m tired of looking at them and others because of the size difference between now and “then,” which was six months ago! It’s so GOOD to have lost so much weight. (As near as I can figure, I’ve lost the equivalent weight of a third-grader since I moved here. Maybe December will find that figure changing to a fourth-grader!)
James are always whiney when it comes to exercising. They’ve never liked it.
I can only do meters because I’ve done so much work with yardage. It’s a subtraction equation that’s simple enough for me to remember, even during a relapse. (Speaking of which, I wish this one would get over with...)