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It's been awhile, sorry for anyone holding their breath for my next spate of deathless prose. Yeah, I thought so.

There hasn't been a lot to say. Well, there's been some, but a lot of it I needed to chew over before it was linear enough to write down...and once I'd chewed it fine, it sort of evaporated.

There are weddings going on that I'm not attending. This makes me sad, because there are people at these weddings I'd hoped to see next week, and now I won't get to see them. There are wonderful folks embarking on new, joined paths, and I'd love to be present to wish them happy, raise a glass, make a toast. Let me just do that here, and waft it westward on a vagrant breeze. You know who you are. All the best, with only enough trouble to leaven it and point up the bright things.

I finally called the neighbor and asked him to mow the yard, since H can't walk to push the mower and the drive belt's gone on the tractor, and he can't exactly crawl underneath it to fix it, and can't find the manual either. The neighbor's brother also works on mowers and tractors, so we may hire it done, as much as that will sting H's Mr. Fixit pride. As it's gusty and damp, it doesn't look like we'll blow the mat of oak blossom off the deck, go plant shopping for 1. a pink mandevilla to train across the front railing, 2. a couple of basils, 3. a couple of sages, 4. a largish lemongrass plant. Nor will we set up the fountain, the swing, nor the new umbrella. Oh, well. The couch and dvds beckon. There're things to be said for a quiet weekend.

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It's been awhile, sorry for anyone holding their breath for my next spate of deathless prose. Yeah, I thought so.

There hasn't been a lot to say. Well, there's been some, but a lot of it I needed to chew over before it was linear enough to write down...and once I'd chewed it fine, it sort of evaporated.

There are weddings going on that I'm not attending. This makes me sad, because there are people at these weddings I'd hoped to see next week, and now I won't get to see them. There are wonderful folks embarking on new, joined paths, and I'd love to be present to wish them happy, raise a glass, make a toast. Let me just do that here, and waft it westward on a vagrant breeze. You know who you are. All the best, with only enough trouble to leaven it and point up the bright things.

I finally called the neighbor and asked him to mow the yard, since H can't walk to push the mower and the drive belt's gone on the tractor, and he can't exactly crawl underneath it to fix it, and can't find the manual either. The neighbor's brother also works on mowers and tractors, so we may hire it done, as much as that will sting H's Mr. Fixit pride. As it's gusty and damp, it doesn't look like we'll blow the mat of oak blossom off the deck, go plant shopping for 1. a pink mandevilla to train across the front railing, 2. a couple of basils, 3. a couple of sages, 4. a largish lemongrass plant. Nor will we set up the fountain, the swing, nor the new umbrella. Oh, well. The couch and dvds beckon. There're things to be said for a quiet weekend.