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My cold is gone
12/22/2006 08:48 p.m.
For three days I was fighting this horrible cold. It really took the wind out of my sails (pardon the metaphor). At the same time, we had our front yard totally relandscaped. All the shrubs and perrenials, etc. were ripped out, after 22 years and me tired of looking at it.

The contractor did a great job getting them up and tilling the soil. But I wanted to save a couple of grand by planting the 100+ plants myself.

Then I started getting this scratchy throat. My friend, Hadley, takes me to get the plants at a wholesaler, since he has his nuresry license and I like saving money. We spend a couple of hours pulling these shrubs, bulbs and trees from the nursery beds.

They deliver all the plantsto our home that afternoon, Tuesday, and I was really starting to fill like crap. So out comes the Dayquil. Now that stuff jacks me up, I'll just be honest with you, I went to digging and planting like there was no tomorrow. But after an hour I had to go pass out on the couch.

So, for the next two days I would dig and plant for 30-45 minutes and rest fo 30-45 minutes while sweating and wondering if I would ever finish this job. If not for the Dayquil, forget about it, I would still by digginng and planting, with more rest than digging.

Well, I finally finished yesterday afternoon and it looks absolutely wonderful. My cold is gone and I feel great. Now there is a soft rain falling and all of our new plants are enjoying a good drench. All is right with the world.

I also finished wrapping my wife's presents today. I love to cook and do landscape work, but I hate, I mean hate wrapping presents. But that is another story...

Kick ya' shoes off, y'all come back now, ya' hear?
I am currently Bemused
I am listening to Absolute quiet

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