My husband and I are betting on whether it rains today. My paper says no, his yes. We are a bit sore from working in the back yard yesterday. We pulled out these rotting wooden planters by a wooden path to the studio, and planted what was left of the plants that the dogs has decimated in the front yard, where they can't get to them. It looks better. Now I need to get rid of this crocodile that my brother sent as a funny garden gift, and hope it does rain, so the ground can even out. In the meantime, I'm going to tackle some sewing and putz around. Tonight we are meeting the kids nearby for dinner.
I'm reading a book my friend suggested: For the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. It's pretty interesting and is dense with information about Japan, the tsunami, eology and Buddhism. I can't help feeling tht it echoes the writing of Haruki Murakami, but I shouldn't let that bother me, as I adore his writing. It's definitely worth reading, and I'm curious how I'll feel at the end. I'm not in love with it yet.
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