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One of the tools I broke yesterday was my great-grandmothers. = ( But they can be fixed! And they are meant for using. It also explains why that set includes a scythe. At least, I'm pretty sure it a scythe. It's a very odd looking scythe, with the pole forming an S-shape.

Today I finished the clearing, but I'm being stymied by the soil. The soil where my house is clay. A very heavy clay, so it has terrible drainage and the top of the soil is baked to a rock-like consistency.

After lunch we headed to the hair salon and Mom and I both had our hair done. Mom had a trim up, and I went all crazy and got a new hair style. Since I've had more or less the sme style since middle school, varying in the length. It's more or less the same style, except with those new-fangled angled bangs.

And soon as we got home, I tested out how good my new style does in a ponytail as Dad and I headed out to the garden. We dug the trenches for the bed boards, and I drilled most of the holes and the screws. The first three screws, I broke two drill bits. The third drill bit, at the correct speed, worked good.

We alternated digging and adjusting the boards until all four of them could be attached. Then we poked around the yard looking for places to dump the soil.

It was then supper, and the sun set while we were eating.

We did not resort to sandwiches.

The matzoh brei turned out fine. It could have, maybe, been in the egg mixture longer but it turned out fine anyway.

The only thing really difficult about it was finding a recipe, as it's a dish that every grandmother has their own recipe. I used a cold water one, that had 1/2 cup of milk and a 3 to 4 egg to matzoh ratio.

I have the windows open! = D

I'm going to planting a garden this spring/summer, and I'm trying to think of what to grow. So far the list consists of two types of tomatoes and banana peppers. But I want to plant four things, but I'm stumped.

The other day, Kizmet and Wisota managed to smoke out and trap a mouse. It was late at night, and I was watching television, and I heard a high-pitch squeaking sound. At first I thought it was bats, but I looked over the half-wall that divides the staircase to the celler from the living room, and noticed that Kizmet had something pinned against the wall.

And as that thing was not a florecent color mousie, I decided to invetigate. It turned out to be an actual mouse! So I dragged Kizmet, then Wisota, into my parents bedroom. The mouse had scurried behind plastic box, so I scooped it up with a tupperware container and set it outside.

The cats are indeed mousers. They just don't know what to do with the mouse after they catch it. = ) If I had ignored the squeaks, though, I think they would have played with it to death. Much like how Kizmet plays the crickets he catches into many different pieces.

Almost everything is packed and cleaned and sorted for tomorrow. With the exceptions of my laptop, my meds, and some drinks I'm waiting for the condensation to stop forming on them.

In the morning, I need to pick up my meds and pack the car. Tomorrow is the first day I could get a refill on my prozac, so I called in an order to the pharmacy to pick up tomorrow morning.

But that's it. All done. More or less ready to go.

I've made Progress: My clothes are almost entirely packed! And everything else has moved to the stage where I have everything I need, except that it's just all over the place. Yay?

I have also scheduled my stuff in summer storage to be dropped off on Sunday between 10 - 12 AM. I could have waited even longer, but I need some books in there for classes on Monday.

I can't believe classes start on Monday.

Also, Manpower called for a two day assignment starting Monday. After having nothing being available since late June. I am very, very lucky I was not counting on money I earned this summer to pay for food or rent or medication.

The first time I tried filling my prescription today, I stopped off at an Irish Pub because I was craving chips. And they even had chips on the menu! Unfortunately, we had different ideas of what chips were, so I ended up with a basket of very thinly cut potatoes. Either way, my craving was fulfilled because they DID have malt vinegar. And, uh, blue cheese dressing, which went with the chips pretty good too.

The second time I tried filling my prescription, across from the pharmacy was a young man advertising a tea party. What interested me, however, was that he was dressed up in a fairly accurate reproduction of revolutionary era clothing. He wasn't wearing a wig, but he gets full marks for the rest of his costume.

He still gets a negative fifty billion for being a teabagger, but he wears that negative fifty billion with style.

First I thought I should just take all those empty clothes hangers out of my closet. Which morphed into cleaning my closet, which turned into cleaning my room. So now instead of everything in boxes all over, all the boxes are empty and everything is simply all over.

I did make some progress of getting rid of things, but mostly everything is going back into their boxes. Only slightly more organized, so I only have one box of newspaper clippings, all my programs are collected together, the blank notebooks are sorted from the ones that have writing in them, ect.

I even have a pile to sort latter to get some notes I'll need for the school year, when I get the ambition. Right now, though, my only ambition is to take a nap.

EDIT: I also need to go though a couple of users journals and save their fic to my hard drive, as quite a few people are leaving fandom and taking their toys with them.

The neat thing about living in a state/county where fireworks are legal: being able to watch about a very, very expensive fireworks display from your back porch.

The bad thing about living in a state/county where fireworks are legal: fireworks started about 3 PM at the latest and will probably be going until 3 AM.

I spent about an hour watching about 20 different groups set off fireworks, and due to how our neighborhood is arranged, about four of those groups set off their fireworks right next to our lawn - our lot is about two and a half times deep than it is wide.

And it's a good thing that it rained a lot this morning, because normally our lawn is turning to tinder this time of the summer, and one or two of the rockets belly floped into our yard.

Also, both Kismet and Wisota are cowering underneath my bed. Wisota went under when the fireworks started, but Kismet toughed it out until it got dark and the fireworks started to go off in earnest.

I'm cowering a bit too. But from the light - the flashes are aggravating my headache.