When you get eaten up from a bunch of ants from walking in their hills, you know it is time to quit. Yard work is a lot more hazardous here than it is in Montana. Here, there are stinging insects and weeds you have to be aware of at all times. In Montana the closest thing I've had to worry about is cat poop in my flower bed and some wasps building their nests under our eaves. Haven't been stung there yet, but my sister has. These ants have a pretty mean bite, too. So I'm soaking them down with vinegar for now. Isn't vinegar the cure all for everything? I hope so, anyway.
My friends informed me that this season I haven't been much fun. I'm not surprised with that comment, really. My mornings are occupied with hard physical exercise or work and my afternoons tend to be attached to the computer, writing this blog and managing the recycling project. No, I don't surf the net, what ever that means. They would rather I spend my time playing dominoes, lunch out and shopping with them. At least I'm glad they enjoy my company enough to be missing it. The comment was that, "Heaven forbid you be doing something meaningful with your days". Tongue in cheek, of course, I hope.
I guess after working most of my life, I have it pretty well ingrained into me that the day is for productivity and the night is for down time. That's why I don't watch any TV(except an occasional Dr. Oz which comes on at four) during the day.
A luxury I do look forward to, I have to admit, is a good read on a rainy day. One you just can't put down. Right now I'm starved for just such a book. And a rainy day to go with it, of course. But, alas, there is no rain insight today no good book to read and work to be done( I know because Michael just started up the vacumm cleaner).
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