I apologize to all the people to whom I owe either thank yous or emails in general. In the best of times, I can be a slow correspondent, but right now a lot of Life is happening.<\/p>\n
Nothing bad, I promise. On the contrary. But extracurricular writing is taking up hours upon hours (surprising and pleasant hours) of my time. In between writings, The Wandering Monk and I have been working like hell to turn a quarter acre of weeds and trash into something resembling a real lawn.<\/p>\n
The Monk has been great, especially considering he’s laboring for free and I’ve been browbeating (nicely, but still browbeating) him to keep moving on the project between a very short summer and what looks to be an early fall.<\/p>\n
Oh, the stuff we’ve continued to drag out of that soft, sinking ground! The giant holes we’ve filled with topsoil. The moss we’ve raked out. The rocks and sticks we’ve tossed. But after one final marathon effort on Thursday, the job is nearly finished — just in time for a perfect watering rain that night.<\/p>\n
Or it was nearly finished. I checked on it Friday morning and discovered that multiple deer, at least one dog, and probably also a small coyote had partied all night through the eight yards of soft, now-muddy topsoil we so painstakingly spread and seeded. Sigh.<\/p>\n
I repaired that damage but haven’t had time to moss-rake and seed one final corner. The Monk, dear person, offered to come back and do it, but I don’t have the heart to be that much of a slavedriver.<\/p>\n
Anyhow, that’s my excuse for having nothing brilliant to say today.<\/p>\n
But here are a few good links:<\/p>\n
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I apologize to all the people to whom I owe either thank yous or emails in general. In the best of times, I can be a slow correspondent, but right now a lot of Life is happening. Nothing bad, I promise. On the contrary. But extracurricular writing is taking up hours upon hours (surprising and pleasant hours) of my time. In between writings, The Wandering Monk and I have been working like hell to turn a quarter acre of weeds and trash into something resembling a real lawn. The Monk has been great, especially considering he’s laboring for free and…<\/p>\n