Last night I performed with my band, so you might think I would have taken today for rest and relaxation. However, I felt fairly motivated when I woke up and it was a beautiful day, so I took advantage of it to get some things done.
Not at first, though. First I met up with my sister, brother-in-law and nephew for breakfast after putting out a call on Facebook for a restaurant breakfast buddy because I didn't have enough ingredients to produce food for myself.
After that, a Costco run. It took me five minutes to load my cart with 184 pounds of solar salt and cat litter, which seemed like more than enough for my poor car to hold.
Once I got home, I needed to transport everything into the basement, but the needy foster cat wanted to follow me everywhere. I had to use the studio bathroom foyer as an airlock to load everything in so the cat wouldn't get out or get smashed.
Yard work was next on the agenda. I used my favorite power tool, the hedge trimmer, to shape the privets in front of the porch and the yew bushes on either side of it. I try not to get too carried away with yew trimming because lots of little birds live there. I also cut down the dead stalks of the allium so they'd be out of the way when next year's growth comes in.
Then it was the ugly job I've been putting off: volunteer honeysuckle surrounding a black walnut tree with a stubborn poison ivy vine growing up the side. I got all the honeysuckle cut down to the ground and bagged or dragged into the woods. I picked up some of the walnuts, but we had a bumper crop this year and there's no gathering them all. I also snipped the poison ivy vine with my loppers and poisoned the root ends for the bazillionth time because I am an eternal optimist. It remains to be seen whether I managed to get a poison ivy rash in the process.
After that, I was literally out of energy. I could barely operate my limbs to put all my tools away in the shed. I went inside to find something to eat and ended up with a frozen meal that I'm pretty sure A Librarian gave me before she moved away. At this point it looks like it's not going to kill me.
My husband and I made a quick dinner run once he got up and when we got home I dumped all seven litter boxes and filled them with fresh litter. I learned my lesson from the last time I did that and divided the soiled litter into four separate bags so I could actually lift them into the trash.
Now I'm going to watch TV for the rest of the night. I think I've earned it.