My date a few weeks ago insisted that I prune my tree because the branches were too low and kept slapping him in the face, so I complied. As it turns out, the tree needed pruning for more than just human convenience. Too many branches were causing the limbs to droop, and when I started thinning things out a bit, the limbs started lifting into the air again. I swear I heard the tree give a sigh of relief. So I pruned the poor scalped-by-the-city pear tree as well, and now I realize I've got more trees in the back to prune too.
I've got house plants to rehabilitate, a bed to create for more tomato plants, more weeds and brush to spray, and still more decluttering to do inside and outside as well. I need to build a spice rack, or buy one, but no luck finding a half decent one yet.
All of this makes me feel profoundly fortunate that I actually have time to take care of these things right now, though it's hotter than Hades for working outside. I'd love to be doing things that are a bit more social *ahem*, but it seems as though the lines of communication are down. As always, I'm just waiting to hear and trying to keep myself busy so I don't think about why I'm not hearing anything. Being patient ... is pretty painful sometimes. It's a good thing that I won't run out of chores to distract me anytime soon.