Sculpin

After tidying the house with me yesterday morning, Josh went down to the P-Patch to work. I joined him about an hour later and worked with him there for three hours, grubbing out weeds and rotten wood trash. I think we’ve finally gotten most of the quackgrass out of there — I was down on my hands and knees for most of that with a cultivator in among the raspberries. My hands were protected, but my arms are thoroughly scratched up; I look like I could be a worker in a kitten factory. (And wouldn’t that have been an interesting “Picture Picture”.) We took out a garbage bag and a half of noxious weeds, and grabbed a bunch of raspberry volunteers to transplant to our place. On Monday, with any luck, we’ll rent a Flexcar and take all that trash to the dump. I hope to have the place set up for planting by Saturday after the Tilth plant sale.

Came home, stumbled in and out of the shower, settled down to watch Real Genius. (Thanks, T and Spiff!) Hours later I reached up to brush some hair out of my eyes, and I recoiled: ohmygod what’s wrong with my head?! Oh. I’d been so tired that I’d forgotten to wash the conditioner out of my hair. I failed showering.

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