Well, it's Sunday. I got sweaty cutting lilac branches, even though it's not the best time of year

[fflo]

to do that, and now I'm inside, thinking of making a smoothie rather than subsisting on the iced tea I've followed my coffee and banana with. Gonna go to Z's Roadhouse for supper tonight. My dining companion picked that one of a list of suggestions that all sounded good to her.

One of my ideas for today is that I do some 0%ing. There's 0%s out there now.


Here's a couch:
I started playing Frontierville, which looked boring to me when I first tried in many moons ago. Having heard how others are hooked, though,.... Well there's often some appeal that escapes a body at first but can be found by observing others' enthusiasm . This is a very back door way into engagement with life, but it's better than nothing, you know? Ah, perhaps you aren't with me in the general idea because I brought it up via an engagement of a sort that garners broad contempt.

Wanna fill my compost bin but don't think I will. Unless I cut branches up in ways that don't compact 'em much. :)

Bird seed. Lopping. Anything but 0%ing? Then a shower.

Cool front comes through tonight.

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[paperkingdoms]

That? Is a couch I like. And I say this as someone who recently discovered that she mostly is neutral/meh to disapproving of most couches.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

It has an inviting look, does it not? And gentle, which maybe doesn't go with mod so oft.

[paperkingdoms]

It's true. And it seems to be made for lounging. Though less so for curling up in the corner of, which is my other favorite couch thing. As it distinctly lacks corners of the apropriate type.

[crankyasanoldma.livejournal.com]

Since we live in a condo and don't cut out own grass, I have no access to grass clippings. So for the first year or more my compost bin was really empty. On several occasions when I'd see yard bags by the road, and someone out in the yard, I would stop and ask if I could take a bag of clippings. LOL.

Once the person totally got it when she heard "compost bin." Another time the person looked like I was out of my mind and possibly dangerous.