Blood, sweat, and tears.

Only got two helpers.

Disposed of the remains of the futon mattress and the pillow left behind by a former resident.

Managed to get most of the big weeds down, moved the woodpile, moved the large bookshelf but failed to get it into the basement.

Hacked down the trees that were growing on both sides of the gate.
Moved the gate.

The gate now moves. Whoo!

TOO DAMN TIRED to move the trailer.

Neighbor Kid mowed the front yard, I warned him that a back-yard mowing was coming soon. This week sometime I am going to need a team of Ponies to shift the trailer back into the yard. It has a spot, and I won't have to move the remains of the picnic tables. (Yet.)

We were sweaty, oh yes we were.
I took a long, lukewarm shower afterward.
I considered a nap, but attended the Doll party instead. Probably shouldn't have; I was exhausted. I wound up taking a nap in the middle of the party.

Still planning to go to the Too Po To Go party tomorrow. I might nap in the corner. Or in the hot tub.

Skritchies are appreciated. As are back rubs and stuff.

Sound off if you still read this journal. Seems like very few people do.