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Taking on undertones of green. |
On Sunday, I ventured outside to empty the accumulated coffee grounds in the yard. The nitrogen helps plants. Or something. There was a weird hole dug at the base of the rosebush. It’s much larger than the crop of holes dug by the squirrel. I filled it with the potting soil from a flower pot that was wintering on the porch, and tossed some of the coffee grounds around the area.
Yard waste collections have already begun, but I’m still delaying
the start in my yard. The wrist is still healing, the weather is still too chilly,
it’s best to let the pollinators rest a bit longer – spin the wheel of excuses
(powered by the hamster on the wheel in my brain) and win a prize every time (basically,
a new excuse).
The recent declutter/shred old files activity has had an
unintended side effect that isn’t exactly feeling like progress. The process of
liberating documents from a cardboard box has led to the creation of piles in new
and exciting locations including on the couch, the ottoman, and on top of the cardboard
box they used to be inside. The box now holds some recycling stuff and will
make its way out to the big bin. Eventually. Soonish. At least by pickup day next Monday. This
is the philosophical wheel of excuses in action with gems including “what’s the
rush?” and “what if you change your mind about getting rid of that?” And so it
goes.
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