Outta Gas

Figuratively not literally.  Although that may all too well be true in the future with all the garbage going on in the world.  But figuratively speaking I ran out of gas very early today.  Took Snickers on our walk trying to get back into that and then was anxious to get out and start on yard stuff.  I have a huge list and I have been chomping at the bit to get after it.  Started repairing the door on my cheap shed.  I have one of those you snap together and are made out of something I don't recall but seems like plastic.  Maybe resin.  The door needed a hinge as the other just won't cut it any more.  Then I started in on the garden.  I have grand plans for it, or did.  Got all the things holding the black plastic (landscape timbers) I use to cover it removed, then the plastic.  There was quite a bit of dead grass.  Get the rake out and in one going over that not even came close to removing all the grass I was done.  Other than being tired my back tightened up almost immediately.  I quit then.  Very discouraging to give out so soon.  Maybe after a little rest I will hit it again for a few.  Nah, won't happen.  

The years are starting to make themselves known very loudly.  Some sort of garden will appear this year regardless.  I will most likely buy bags of garden soil to use to rehab it.  I need at least 20 bags so I will have to have it delivered.  I'm choosing bags as it will be easier for me to handle instead of having a pile of soil to transport in a wheel barrow, dump and then spread.  The bags will allow me to haul them and place them where needed and spread.  Easy peasy. LOL who am I kidding.  I'm hoping that will be the easiest method.  As much as I would love to have about 8 yards of garden soil delivered for my entire yard and flower beds I know what would happen with that.  It takes much too long for this one man show to get that much soil/topcoat to get dispersed as I have done that several times over the years.  Too many years.  I wish I had a small tiller, maybe I will shop around.  Just another old man's rambling.

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