On Sunday I only had 3 jobs to do: vacuum the first floor, feed all the house plants, and mow up the leaves in the yard.
I’d tracked in a lot of dirt on Saturday in the process of putting down mulch. It’s too hard to take off my boots each time I went inside, so first thing was to clean up that mess.
Next job was to feed the house plants before any more expired. They were looking pretty sad. This is a hard job for me to do alone as it requires hours of standing, something I’m not very good with. But in the end they were all fed and in the time period allotted.
Our oak tree drops loads of leaves and acorns each year. The new mower isn’t as good at mowing them up as the old mower was. They were getting deep out there, so I had to get them up while I still could. Raking them is far beyond what I can do anymore.
It took 2 hours but most of them are up, ready for the next batch the tree will drop. I was exhausted, more exhausted than I should have let myself get. I was in bed at 5PM as I’ve not adapted to this stupid time change.
Monday is laundry, balancing the checkbook (always fun), and more mulching or cleaning out of the Big garden. If my helper shows up (hopefully recovered from the bee bite) I will have him rolling mulch and hauling it to the garden. I only have the truck until Tuesday night, so we have to get as much as we can up to the garden. I don’t know if I will help him or work on weeding the last section. I’d rather weed, as I can sit to do that.