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7/4/17 6:02PM


7/4/17 6:02PM

N just turned off It’s Always Sunday in Philadelphia.  That show irritates me.  It’s screechy.

So today’s the fourth of July, my second least-favorite holiday (New Years Day is the worst).  I don’t like parades.  Fireworks are boring.  Today’s not been bad, though, as I’ve tuned out most of the holiday static.  This morning I weeded along the fence, garden, etc.  Then I pulled out the weeds between the tiles on the “patio” and installed the fire pit.  I poured loose, rounded rock where the broken wheelchair ramp (I pulled that out today as well) stood.  By noon sweat soaked my shirt, but the space looks decent, a start.  I need the weedkiller to finish the job and a couple more broom sessions and maybe rain.  Although I’m desperately adhering to financial austerity, I dropped thirty bucks on a shade sail and the accompanying hardware through Amazon.  If I can put together a shaded space with a firepit for, oh, fifty bucks, total (rocks, weedkiller, sail/hardware), I’ll feel alright.  My muscles hurt in a good way.

Later I watched the first thirty minutes of Underworld.  I forgot that movie features very bad acting.  Then I read Sedaris and slept maybe forty-five minutes upstairs.  

Tomorrow I’ll most likely stick close to home.  I should knock out another application.  Maybe ride the bike.  Thursday’s the art museum free day.  


The lady next door’s family are visiting.  They’re loud.  Or maybe I’m just not used to voices from her yard.  We have a secret, unspoken pact, I hope, to stay quiet.

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