I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Slow rainy Saturday

Spent the morning mulching the new flower beds. Then I leveled out some of the dirt Bette and her friend spread around the yard and put out grass seed, all before the rains came. I works better if you work with the environment than forcing things (such as putting out grass seed before a big rain, then you don't have to water it, unless the rain peters out).

There's still things to be done outside before the snow flies. And plenty more I'd like to get done. All of it probably won't happen.

Doing some file maintenance, writing various emails, and thinking about some writing projects. Also working out some budget things for home improvement projects. Watching DIY and HGTV shows to learn construction tricks. And frankly, no so much with the liking of their design sense (on HGTV).

Didn't have this plan until late last night (actually had figured the weekend much different).

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