Wow, so I was just perusing my last post and Jesus H. Something-Something, it’s been 24 days. I’ll be honest and say that I really have no idea what happened. Well, one thing happened and continues to happen—my house. It’s still a project. I proclaimed about a week ago that the whole thing, buying this house, was a complete mistake. I have since lightened up a little, and that has been easier after this weekend.

This weekend was very productive. Thanks to Sora, I was able to unload quite the collection of unused furniture, rugs, and miscellaneous items at Goodwill. Yes, I still have yet to become comfortable driving the truck that I now own and insure, and thus had to wrangle myself a driver.

The front yard was also completely redone, thanks in HUGE part to my mother and stepfather. I even have two new trees. Yes, actual trees—things that will grow large and offer some permanece; things that I could never plant in an apartment. I have yet to name them other than to assert that one is the Charlie-Brown-iest tree ever and the other is a hearty little guy. Both are Japaneses Maples, one is a crimson or a blood something—a word involving red. The other is a typical fairly whispy, weepy looking fellow. I am currently looking for my camera to take some pictures.

All in all, it now looks like I give a damn, as my mother asserted. Hopefully I can continue to look that way even though, technically, I don’t.

Apparently you can keep up with this whole yard thing, too. I highly doubt it but I am willing to give it a shot. Once a week weeding, daily waterings until the new plants take root. We’ll see. I consider it a personal challenge to not let any of these plants die.

I like, though, how it’s “just” once a week. There are ALOT of things that are “just” once a week. Like cleaning, or doing bills, or mowing the lawn, or laundry, or weeding, or gathering and putting out the garbage. Then there are the daily tasks like cleaning dishes or making the bed. “Just” doesn’t seem so just anymore.

But alas, what can I say? How can I complain? I do have a house of my own at the tender age of mid-twenties. I was offered some religion when I began to despair over my home’s condition. If there’s a patron saint of “tired of this mundane crap”, I’d be more than happy to give it a shot.

” ’cause the bottles not empty
’cause your voices are all there
My life will fight in my body for air

Oh this friend today
Right me up
I’m not so weak

Manny we gonna get that a.m. dial just right
I’ll hold that hanger up
As long as the Sox put up a fight”