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I dropped Kiyoko off at the airport yesterday. Rough. I have lots of friends, even close ones, but people I can live with well are a rarity (I think for everyone). Having her stay with me for ten days reminded me that she's one of the Very Very Few, and more so, it feels right to have her as part of my household. I also live with Des really well, but it doesn't feel like a lack. I think I'd feel that lack if Derryck moved out -- we've just gotten really comfortably with each other. Kiyoko is similarly comfortable except with even more silliness and adventure.

Starting to realize that even though I love the idea of having my own place, my ideal would probably be some kind of rambling cohousing or mini commune. As long as I got to pick the people. :P

(My desire to be in charge is kind of a problem with this daydream. Ah well).

I'm worried -- as always -- that I won't do a good enough job at keeping in touch with Kiyo. I do tend to be preoccupied with the people around me in-the-moment (whether in meatspace or those that pop up on social media frequently), to the detriment of other communication. It's not usually a problem -- if a friend is good enough, a few months' silence doesn't matter, as Lyns and I have proven time and again -- but it's a little worrying when someone is very far away for an indefinite time. We did get Kiyoko hooked up with Minecraft and Lynsey's server, though, so I'm hoping we'll run into each other in the blocky pixel universe, at least!

(Also: I just got an email from her. She arrived safely and doesn't have jet lag, so yay!).

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I dropped Kiyoko off at the airport yesterday. Rough. I have lots of friends, even close ones, but people I can live with well are a rarity (I think for everyone). Having her stay with me for ten days reminded me that she's one of the Very Very Few, and more so, it feels right to have her as part of my household. I also live with Des really well, but it doesn't feel like a lack. I think I'd feel that lack if Derryck moved out -- we've just gotten really comfortably with each other. Kiyoko is similarly comfortable except with even more silliness and adventure.

Starting to realize that even though I love the idea of having my own place, my ideal would probably be some kind of rambling cohousing or mini commune. As long as I got to pick the people. :P

(My desire to be in charge is kind of a problem with this daydream. Ah well).

I'm worried -- as always -- that I won't do a good enough job at keeping in touch with Kiyo. I do tend to be preoccupied with the people around me in-the-moment (whether in meatspace or those that pop up on social media frequently), to the detriment of other communication. It's not usually a problem -- if a friend is good enough, a few months' silence doesn't matter, as Lyns and I have proven time and again -- but it's a little worrying when someone is very far away for an indefinite time. We did get Kiyoko hooked up with Minecraft and Lynsey's server, though, so I'm hoping we'll run into each other in the blocky pixel universe, at least!

(Also: I just got an email from her. She arrived safely and doesn't have jet lag, so yay!).

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Kiyoko just called to plan her stay with me — before she has to head back to Japan. And on the one hand I’m giddy because we’ll be room-mates again for over a week, and it’s the week I’ve already got off work (to work on the garage), so despite the remodeling we’ll have more time to hang out. And on the other hand it’s hella depressing, because it’s only happening because she couldn’t find a job good enough to spring for a longer visa and she has to go back to Japan on the tenth, after being here for two years. And then there’s huge loads of guilt, because my friend was here for two years and all the times I saw her weren’t enough when you consider that in a few weeks she’s going to be across a whole ocean again.

The remorse bit is like the uber version of a more general guilt/despair that occasionally hits me when I realize how many awesome people I know, and, but dint of sheer math, how I therefore don't have as much time for any of them as they deserve. It's especially present with people who are at achievable-yet-awkward distances from me -- Seattle and points slightly farther afield. I could get up there more often. In terms of people-I-want-to-see, I should get up there more often. But -- I hate driving, driving hates me (even more so since the foot injury), the vehicle most easily available is unreliable, and, when it gets down to it, there's just so much to do down here at home.

I just want a whole other life so I have more time for people, that's all.

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Kiyoko just called to plan her stay with me — before she has to head back to Japan. And on the one hand I’m giddy because we’ll be room-mates again for over a week, and it’s the week I’ve already got off work (to work on the garage), so despite the remodeling we’ll have more time to hang out. And on the other hand it’s hella depressing, because it’s only happening because she couldn’t find a job good enough to spring for a longer visa and she has to go back to Japan on the tenth, after being here for two years. And then there’s huge loads of guilt, because my friend was here for two years and all the times I saw her weren’t enough when you consider that in a few weeks she’s going to be across a whole ocean again.

The remorse bit is like the uber version of a more general guilt/despair that occasionally hits me when I realize how many awesome people I know, and, but dint of sheer math, how I therefore don't have as much time for any of them as they deserve. It's especially present with people who are at achievable-yet-awkward distances from me -- Seattle and points slightly farther afield. I could get up there more often. In terms of people-I-want-to-see, I should get up there more often. But -- I hate driving, driving hates me (even more so since the foot injury), the vehicle most easily available is unreliable, and, when it gets down to it, there's just so much to do down here at home.

I just want a whole other life so I have more time for people, that's all.

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Kiyoko's parents are coming to visit!

[recap: Kiyoko was my room-mate for five months in college, when she was doing an English program organized by her university in Tokyo. She's awesome and we kept in touch after she went home. Last year she came back to the US for more english education, and lived with my parents for four or five months before moving up to Auburn to go to the community college there.]

They don't speak English, and will be staying with my parents, who don't speak Japanese. I suspect Kiyoko will have her hands (mouth?) full with translating. Everyone -- on our end, at least -- is super excited about this.

I'm kind of interested in the etiquette and normality of visiting and staying at people's homes. I've read that it's much, much less common in Japan, at least outside of family, but I've never been clear on whether that's 'advice for foreign visitors' or a reflection of a broader norm. When I was there I bypassed that completely by being "The friend of a kid" -- I stayed with Kiyoko's parents, and Rina's, and Yuriko's, and I was just one of their kid's friends having a sleep-over -- an idea that seems to cross some cultural divides. Etiquette just doesn't apply as much to your kids' friends, apparently. It's like the cheat-code into casual family life.

It was really fun to be the borrowed kid. I'd feel guilty about all the things my friends' parents paid for, but my parents have done the same for all of their kids, so I suppose it evens out.

Anyway, it'll be fun to see Kiyo's folks' again, though I'm afraid our giant-fireworks-and-patriotic-jingoism day won't be quite as cool as a walk up mount Fuji and a soak in the onsen afterward. I wish we had a bit more time -- we could at least get out to the Olympics or down to Mt. Saint Helens or something. Oh well.
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OMG [livejournal.com profile] emony42, your parents just showed up at my house with 3 bags of wood chips! They didn't think I'd be home, so they were just planning on being the magic wood chip fairies. And your Dad had excellent advice for pruning the big rhody in front (as I thought he would), and and and is going to figure out a time to bring the chipper over. And I just tried to ignore the part where he suggested I spray my jungle with nasty chemicals. It was so cool! In a "This is wonderful but holy shit, I don't realize how awful my yarden is until people who have really nice, tidy yards come look at it" way. I think habituation has somewhat blinded me to the gigantic scope of my projects.

So.

Basically, it's your parents' fault I'm working in my yarden instead of cleaning my fridge, kay? :P

EDIT: Also I was very good and didn't curse or blaspheme once. :P
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Why is it so much easier and more fun to clean (or help clean) someone else's house, compared to your own?

When it comes to de-cluttering, I suspect a lot of it is lack of sentiment and emotional baggage. When you have to decide whether or not to get rid of Tchotchke A, the owner sees the emotional history of the object and the (perhaps complex) relationship with the person who gave it to them, while the outsider watches and says "Yes, but it's still a cigar cutter in the shape of a constipated garden gnome. How many of those do you need?"

Maybe it's because, in your own house, you know you'll just get it messy again, that cleaning is a never-ending depressing cycle and it's almost not worth the bother. If it's someone else's house, you can show up while it's messy, leave while it's clean, and convince yourself you've made a great and lasting mark on the world.

Habituation must play a part, too. We all have a raft of small jobs that would be really quick to finish, but they've gone unfinished for so long that we don't actually notice them anymore. I'm particularly guilty of this where house repair projects are concerned; my parents have been remodeling their house for fifteen years at this point, so I'm used to constant construction -- with the result that I can ignore, say, a blue light can and accompanying electrical wires hanging out of the ceiling in the kitchen. For two years.

Actually putting the damn light back up took me half an hour -- and the help of [livejournal.com profile] emony42, who's the catalyst for this post. I spent the weekend at her house goading her to finish jobs, and then returned to mine and wondered where the heck all that oomph went. I was probably a bit naggy, but (as with the light) she's welcome to come return the favor any time. Little fishes know I need it.

Anyhow. I've taken the day off work, and my tasks are to post the next chapter of Star and... clean the fridge.

Anyone have a hazmat suit?
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On Sunday E came over early and made a delicious breakfast for [livejournal.com profile] westrider and I, which I suspect was partially by way of apology for the evening before. The three of us had a nice visit until he took off, at which point Westrider and I continued to have a nice visit. It was really low key, which was perfect after the prior few days. I got some cleaning and painting done while we chatted (yes, cleaning the living room is low key for me, and I'm fairly certain Westrider's used to that by now. Poor guy used to live with me).

When he left in the afternoon I switched from acrylic painting (on the sheep commission) to digital painting (on one of those Rhi/Joker things I abandoned months ago). I started working on it again Saturday, with a total change in process and style that is going much, much better. A whole bunch of things just fell into place at once, and I'm really enjoying it again.

Anyway, I went into the week with a clean living room and an almost-clean kitchen, which is far better than normal, and a weekend that was productive both musically and artistically. If I hadn't stayed up until midnight I'd say it was a pretty damn perfect start!
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I still don't know how much if anything I lost from the harddrive that went kaput. My dear [livejournal.com profile] emony42 advised against trying it with another drive as boot until she, her recovery software, and her computer named Gandalf were in town (which is tomorrow).

So I gave Gonzales a lobotomy.

Oh, lower brain-stem functions were still there, but with both his hard-drives sitting on the desk he wasn't doing much thinking.

Today I tracked down a new 500 gb drive. This was harder than expected. Because of the flooding in Thailand, drives are hard to get and way more expensive than they were six months ago (which is why I bought a 7200 rpm and not 1000 -- that would have set me back over $200). The local computer store didn't have any internal hard-drives in stock, period.

The plan (again, with the advice of my dear Lyns. Some people don't have a Lyns*. I don't know how they get by) is to use the new one as the system drive and set up two matched drives in RAID for data... once the prices drop a bit. This should be an excellent work around for my "Skellington is too scatterbrained to back things up or remember to set-up a program to do so" problem.

So, I've just convinced Microsoft I didn't steal windows 7, and downloaded Firefox so IE can sit down and shut up. I think I'll save all those updates for tomorrow.

*When I mentioned this to my housemate [livejournal.com profile] madalchemist, he said "But did you ever work out the joint property agreement with her husband?"
Skellington: "Yes, the last time it came up R said he always knew she was just on long-term lease from me."
MadAlchemist: "Huh... y'know, 'long term lease' is a healthier view of marriage than some I've heard..."

M, L, and I have been friends since we were 7 or 8. What's a few years of marriage compared to that? :P
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Step one: Get twitter account to make nuisance of self regarding Joker in ME3.
Step two: follow [livejournal.com profile] virusq
Step three: check out her recent conversation re: swtor.
step four: discover person-tweeting-to-[livejournal.com profile] virusq was also tweeting to Amerikate... whom I met at [livejournal.com profile] pyoor_excuse and [livejournal.com profile] bluwyngz wedding. In the lake district. In England.

Person I met in video game fandom on the internet, two degrees from person I met through a high-school-friend. Across an ocean.

Funny ol' thing, life.
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Thursday: Took the day off and put up some insulation. Noticed the difference immediately.

Friday: Celebrated 11/11/11 with a rockin' Spinal Tap party at my folks' house. Words cannot do it justice. Jesse nearly hurt himself laughing when we discovered Effect 19 on the effects peddle with the electric violin ([livejournal.com profile] westrider says it's a talk-box). It sounds reasonable slow, but when you play a fiddle tune through it it sounds like a chorus of electric guinea pigs singing in a fish tank.

Summary: Electric violin! Effects peddle! And a drum kit! And multiple electric guitars and basses! AND AN ACCORDION. Because I know the type of of people who just happen to have an accordion in the car.

The best picture to come out of the night is [livejournal.com profile] westrider in the pink/purple bob wig. O.M.G. There was also a bit of nostalgia when Em, [livejournal.com profile] emony42 and I were sitting on each other in the big blue chair, and Em looked at Emony, who was pretty much asleep, and said "This is basically every highschool party we had in microcosm, isn't it? People at work ask what kind of wild parties I went to in highschool, and I say 'I went to Sarah's house and hung out with her dad.'" (at which point Dad, who happens to be wearing a green-and-black rocker wig, looks over and says "Hey!" and Em quickly adds "And it was awesome!").

(Oh, yes -- Emony is totally capable of sleeping through a drum kit, electric violin, two basses, a guitar, and an accordion. This surprises no one.)

Saturday: Hung out with [livejournal.com profile] westrider in a slightly quieter environment. :P Started trying to make the contents of three boxes of studio crap fit into two boxes of studio crap.

Sunday: [livejournal.com profile] emony42 came to visit and be my Lovely Assistant. Finally reinstalled the light-fixture over the sink. The empty can's only been dangling for, er, a year and a half... One of the downsides of growing up around constant remodeling is that these things don't bother me, which means I basically stop noticing them entirely. But it's fixed now! A few hours after she and her pooch left I even managed to get the cats inside, though Monkey hid under [livejournal.com profile] madalchemist's bed and cried until I lured him out with treats.

Also, successfuly got the three boxes of stuff to become two boxes of stuff. Now the third box is full of flamingoes.

In conclusion: Houses! Friends! Flamingoes! Effect 19 is the best effect ever!

And I got sod all done for the creativity challenge. I'll post amphibilizard journals to make up for it, yes?
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I've only been home since wednesday afternoon, and in a few hours I'm headed south to Portland and thence to the Oregon Country Fair.

For those not in the know, the Oregon Country Fair is like Folklife turned up to 11 and in a more natural setting. There are two-story vendor booths cunningly woven out of saplings from the site and a lot more toplessness (legal for all in the Eugene area).

I was up at FiddleTunes for the beginning of the week, and took two workshops from Liz Carroll (O frabjous day!). Jammed with friends, hung with the notorious happy hour crowd, basked in the sun, and ran a coffee tab (if you're ever in the Port Townsend area, remember: the folks at Java Gypsy are absolute sweethearts, they have adorable kids, and they make a damn fine latte).

I'm trying to tease out why I don't like it when people perform 'our' (trad/folk) music without being aware of our trad/folk community. I don't think it's a really rational response, which makes it harder (and more interesting) to chase down the bits going into it. I discussed it with a few friends, and found that I'm not alone in the discomfort. Erik -- who is much less involved in the community and doesn't viscerally 'get' the feeling -- can relate in that he'd feel similarly if someone performed jazz in ignorance of it's history and the greats who'd gone before, so it's probably partly an issue of wanting the music to have context.

Perhaps it's also partly that as a fiddler, I go to see a lot of performances by people that could be described as 'musicians' musicians' -- their playing is good enough that an audience made up of people who play the same kind of music are in awe and learn something from them. So hearing that someone is performing without following these kinds of artists always feels a little... arrogant? That word is too strong, but the idea is that we have something to learn and we learn it from each other.

Another part is that it's fundamentally a community music, whether you're playing Irish, old-timey, or contra. At some level it always feels fake if it's too separated from the community.

Lastly, who wouldn't want to drink margaritas in the sun while Reverend Big Dave randomly proclaims from whatever paperback he happens to be reading, Forrest sings the blues about That Time He Lost His Car*, Cathy and Sally sing competing western swing, and we all try and avoid the park rangers? I mean, really. Happy Hour Friendship is what it's all about!

*Best fiddltunes story evaaar.
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One of the other amusing points in our weekend was Kiyoko's ongoing education in the many uses of the word 'fuck'.

My parents gave her the 45 minute introductory course last week after listing to Samuel L Jackson read the children's book Go the f**k to sleep, but the many nuances of 'fuck' require advanced instruction. We attempted to remedy this lack when she and [livejournal.com profile] zair99 came over to my place for dinner Saturday.

Not that curse-education was the plan, exactly, but when we were all seated around the table and she gravely asked "So, can I use 'motherfucker' to describe a woman?" we couldn't turn down the opportunity.Later [livejournal.com profile] madalchemist joined us for s'mores on the new patio, and we were treated to hearing her say "abso-fuckin-lutely" apparently at random in the most adorable accent ever.

The key is getting across the idea that when we use it as an emphasiser we're not actually thinking of the meaning. The advanced-advanced course gets back to places where you DO think of the meaning, but while my mom may happily explain how to use 'fuck' in a conversation for 45 minutes, she does draw the line somewhere, and the glare I got when suggested adding "-- sideways with a rusty screwdriver" was painful enough that I didn't bring it up again, even at my own house.
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The Tim Minchin show was a blast. If you're going to have a giant leak over the stage in the middle of a performance, it's really great if the performer is a comedian. He worked the deluge right in.

When [livejournal.com profile] westrider was down for my birthday in March, he brought a present... for my boyfriend. When I went up for his birthday on Sunday, he gave me a present! So we decided Erik and I need to get [livejournal.com profile] westrider something for Erik's birthday in August. It all works out in the end! It was a really great visit, too; I met some fun new people and we had one of our media/story-telling/I'm-from-the-internet conversations, which could have happily gone on much longer if I hadn't been faced with a two-hour drive home.

I also got a teensy bit of yard work done, and had a small panic when I realized I'm going to be out of town for some or all of the next three weekends. Summer is a busy time.
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Headed off to see Tim Minchin in Seattle, with Erik, [livejournal.com profile] madalchemist, and [livejournal.com profile] emony42!

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Artswalk, or Music Shuffle with occasional visual art, or Biannual-holy-shit-I-know-half-of-Olympia day, was awesome this year.

The we-know-everybody vibe was enhanced because Kiyoko was along with us, and nothing makes you more aware of the fact that you're getting up from dinner every five minutes to hug someone than being watched by someone who isn't part of the community.

Me: "Really, Kiyo, Olympia has fifty thousand people! It just feels small!"
Mom: "That's because you know forty thousand of them."

At the same dinner...

Me, to mom: I just learned that 'paradiddle' is a percussion term.
Dad, to Erik: 'paradiddle' is when you get lucky twice!

and sometimes people ask if my boyfriend gets along well with my parents...
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I have been posting inconsequential drivel. In my defense, a few weeks ago I caught Chest Cold 2: Bride of Cold, before I'd gotten over the cough from the cold I had in march, so my life has been a few weeks of inconsequential drivel spelled by cough syrup with codeine.

I wish I had exciting news to report about either studio or yarden, but I've been nursing my cough and playing video games when I'm not at work. Some of the native perennials I thought were dead are alive, though!

BIG NEWS: Kiyoko is in the states for a few months! She's staying with my folks while she attends an Intensive English program, so I see her a few times a week. It's awesome!

Now, if I can get rid of the cough, we could actually plan weekend or day trips. Things that require breathing.

I am riding my bike to work again, but my lungs get all weird before the top of the hill and when I get off I get that exciting oxygen-deprived wobbliness. Wheeeeee.
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This is a birthday post, but I did not get a post for my birthday. I did get manual labor, a chunk of old cement, and money towards a tree (and a videogame and earings, but those were early).

[livejournal.com profile] westrider came down for the weekend, played lotsa-people-D&D, and he and I managed to have several "I'm From The Internet" conversations that left Erik baffled (he expects this by now when we hang out). Went to see Pearl Django with Erik, where he gave me an early birfday present (earings) in an adorable way*. I took yesterday off work in celebration, planning on getting some garage destruction in. Erik surprised me by taking the afternoon off work and showing up to help. We had a nice dinner, then my folks showed up at my door with cake and a chunk of concrete with a ribbon on. So we had unplanned cake and drinks with them, housemates, and [livejournal.com profile] emony42.

After everyone left I saw Calliope sitting up in a chair, one paw on the table. She reached out and snagged the Giant Hunk O Leftover Cake with one claw and pulled it plate-and-all towards her. After I rescued it, I explained that she's a cat and and cats don't LIKE cake, and gave her a tiny bit to prove it.

Huh. Calliope really likes cake.


*Okay, perhaps for most people the "there's something for you in my pocket" route is really skeazy, but I swear, it worked as adorable. Honest.

**They just had a whole ton of sidewalk/paving removed, and I'm using old concrete to make a patio, so giving it to me was always the recycling plan... but they thought it'd be more fun to give it to me with a ribbon on. For my birfday.
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It's been an eventful few weeks.

After a whirlwind trip that went from the Olympic peninsula (Fiddletunes!) the Eugene, Oregon (Oregon Country Fair!), I took a week off to work on my house, learn that my neighbor is a socially mal-adjusted raging asshole with issues, and throw a giant and awesome yard party. Since then I've been ill, been late to a Great Big Sea concert, and (temporarily) added four kittens to my household.

The Incident With The Neighbor was an emotional hell that I was definitely not prepared for, and it's taken a bit of the rosy glow off of my home-owner status, but I think we've settled back down to a civil status quo.

The yard party was great, and really helped me reclaim the "this is MY place" feeling after the Neighbor Incident. In fact, the nastiness served to really underline what wonderful, amazing, supportive friends and family I have, and so I'm thankful for all of them.

The work-on-the-house I'd started to do is still in progress, and I'm becoming overwhelmed, which is mostly due to the complexity of trying to prioritize and order projects. I have Learned Things about cabinet doors, though.

At the GBS concert, I saw someone with a Cascadian flag, and introduced myself on the chance that they were [livejournal.com profile] solarbird. They were! I forgot to say "I'm from the internet", though. Opportunity wasted!

Somewhere in here I went to [livejournal.com profile] meliz113's wedding. Later we had a chance to catch up and drink tea, which was nice.

I'm fostering kittens for my co-worker Nancy, who has a feral barn cat problem. They're from at least two, possibly three different litters, but they all seem to be eating and sleeping and poo-ing just fine, which are the only job requirements for 'being a kitten'. In the 36 hours in which they've been resident in my master bathroom they've gone from hiding together in a hissing ball of fur whenever I open the door to charging it, climbing on any available part of my anatomy, and attacking my braid, so I think we're making good progress there.

Really, the cuteness of kittens probably deserves it's own LJ entry. Everything here could make it's own long winded entry, in fact, but people are most likely to read about kittens than about my adventures in kitchen cabinet repair.
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On Friday, I picked up a great big order from Sound Native Plants, and lo, it was good.

I finally sprung my soopah secret surprise on Erik (took him to the Harvey Feinstein Fiddler on the Roof in Seattle), and lo, it was good!

We had dinner beforehand at a spanish/south-american tapas place called Tango, and lo, it was good!

I went to folklife and got to spend some time with [livejournal.com profile] westrider, [livejournal.com profile] emony42 & Rob, MLE, and a smattering of Fiddle Tunes peeps, and lo, it was good! (Highlights included freeing my inner hippy, having an old lady dance a flower at me, and seeing the youngest-ever absynthe fairy.)

On Monday, Erik, [livejournal.com profile] madalchemist and I worked in my yard, and lo, it was good and exhausting. Some people take the easy, albeit expensive, path to landscaping, and bring in soil to build beds up, rather than digging down. The back of my house is on grade, though, so I'm afraid if I did that I'd have water in my dining room. Hence, Erik wacking away at tree and wisteria roots while I made a path. None of it's done, and none of it's visible from the kitchen window, which is rather frustrating...but it was still good.

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