I’m moving forward. The remodel stuff is creaking along the lines of “I’m about to fire your ass” and I have support. Today two grown ups are coming over and they will help with yard work and painting tasks.

Yard work tasks:

1. transplant the blue agaves
2. transplant YC’s plant
3. fill the palettes with dirt and transplant the strawberries
4. finish moving the remaining dirt into more planters for YC’s “own bed for growing things”. Sorry it has to be divided up.
5. Some weed pulling and moving of yuck to the green waste bin
6. Filling all the bird feeders
7. Trim the roses and distribute the thorns so I get fewer cats. Fucking neighbor cats
8. Water both yards

Painting tasks:

1. Remove cupboards & hardware
2. Scrub walls with intensive cleanser
3. Sand walls
4. Rescrub with cleanser

Doesn’t that sound like a full enough damn day?

Regular chores:

1. Laundry (must strip bed) working on this
2. Load dishwasher
3. Hand wash sink of dishes
4. Clear counters and finish finding “during painting” homes for everything

Contact peeps chores:

1. Where am I sleeping on the 25th? Must look at options on a map. Thank you generous, kind friends. Decision made. Beginning of the parade route.
2. Write a letter. To whom is yet to be decided but I should do it. Wrote 2
3. Look at Jenny’s birthday box, see what has to be added and make the shopping list. I should fucking mail it this weekend. I’m already in the next month. I know she forgives me, but I’m feeling like an asshole.
4. Schedule acupuncture
5. Schedule pampering w/Sarah

To be fair! The kitchen prep is only from my waist up today. Because I’m painting in stages for reasons of not exhausting myself.

Noah told the kids yesterday that surely we were about out of room for plants. The kids both argued. He argued back. I said, “I expect we’ll have 40-80 more plants before I’m done.” Noah said, “Whoa.”

Well, after the house is painted I’m ringing the fucker with plants. There are going to be a lot of indoor plants once we are done painting this time.

I’m going to spend the next year of my life trying to learn how to take proper care of my garden. This is going to take a fuck-ton of time.

I’m looking forward to it.