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Monday, 06/06/2005 - 10:15 AM PDT
The topic: Productive weekend

We had breakfast at Izzy's on Saturday morning, came home, I changed into some work clothes (sweatpants, old teeshirt) and we got to work pulling and digging out grassy weeds around the pool.

Brian got all of the weeds gone from around the cathouse under the lime tree and I got quite a bit more pulled from the area by the pool, under the palm trees. Then I started to work in the place where Brian had transplanted a palm tree from out front. When we were done, there were only three big areas that needed to be done, other areas just needed a little cleanup.

Then we went shopping. The Felidae bucket was empty, and Brian wanted steaks for dinner. I wanted to see if CostCo had any shoes. They didn't, only had men's sandals. Brian got steaks, I got some old lady underwear that come up around my waist (these bikini briefs aren't really comfortable when I'm working and sweating). We didn't get a cart, Brian said we're not buying anymore than we can carry. It worked.

We came home and Brian mowed the lawn. I did some laundry and that was about it.

Yesterday, Brian left early for the property and I pulled more of the grass by the pool. I spent a couple of hours down there and then I did laundry and the litterboxes.

Brian got home fairly early (he broke one of the hoses for his tractor) and he worked on the generator (the one that was in the back of the Ranger when the shell got ruined by those creeps). At one point I went out to see how it was going and he pointed out the problem he was having, gas was going to the carburetor, but not getting up to the float. He showed me the tube where the gas is supposed to go up and he said there must be something stuck in there. I asked if there was any reason he couldn't blow it out with his compressor (I know nothing about mechanical things, even less about motors and engines). He didn't see what it would hurt and he tried it a couple of times. Then I got a paperclip and he put it through the hole and there was nothing in it. The problem was fixed. He was surprised when he first started working on it to find there was water in the gas. And there was rust in the lines. He has no idea where the water came from, but it was most likely the rust that was blocking the flow of gas.

Anyway, it took less than ten minutes to fix. It had been in the back of the Ranger for two months, where we lost our camper shell because of it, it's been in the shop for weeks and it took only ten minutes to fix. tearhair

I got the cats in early last night, had a couple of drinks, we had salad and steak and that was pretty much it.

After our walk this morning, I had breakfast, then went outside and started pulling more weeks. I got the area along the fence finished and I'm really glad that we're almost done down there. There are still some places that there's grass, but Brian is going to use Roundup on those. Places that I can't dig or the rocks are under rocks.

Good weekend. Really good weekend.

Replies: 3 comments

Will you come weed my flower beds????

Posted by Lisa @ 06/06/2005 11:18 AM PDT

No. Do your own weeding. You couldn't pay me enough to weed somebody else's yard. That's a lot of work!

Posted by lisaviolet @ 06/06/2005 11:31 AM PDT

Well, can't blame a girl for trying! I wish I'd just grown grass around my house.

Posted by Lisa @ 06/06/2005 03:09 PM PDT

lisaviolet is fifty something, married with no kids, takes care of lots of cats, likes taking photographs, loves Southern California weather and spends altogether too much time avoiding her responsibilities.

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