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I did get the last half of the back yard mowed. It was a struggle, I'll tell you. Still, I wanted to get more done. So I went to the other side of the garage and began. The mower was not just hard to push but kept dying. Oh? So I took a closer look at the wheels. The front wheels were all the way down. No guff it was hard. So, I raised those to a proper middling level and... the task became a breeze. I did half of that patch. No, no, I was quite truly done at that point. If I had had the wheels set properly to start though, I think I could have finished without a fuss. I think the neighbor boy will like the new configuration too. Could the wheels have slipped, did he or I goof up when adjusting them some time, did I just think it was better? I don't know. Fixed now, though. I would set the alarm and try again later but I think the sun is speeding too quickly into the mountains. I know tomorrow is Sunday, but... I'll finish that then, if I can.

Tonight? I will just have to see if I can bounce back. An half hour is fine for a first rest, but won't work this time. I need an hour more this time. Stupid wheels! But working was great fun! I truly enjoy when I can get to it. Monday, if I can get to it, I would like to saw the last of the logs. I am sure I have a few pieces of lumber, 2x4 type, which I can use to stack the logs on. And, oddly, I had a tarp blow into my yard recently that would be sufficient to offer rain shelter. It ain't pretty but it is pretty much whole, large enough, and some of the rope-rings are still on it. I knew yeast did this, but free blowing tarp? *grins*

I am getting hungry though. Oh, I do have brots... and I have ham and bean soup (and cheese, though I'm not telling what kind this time :P). So much to do, and I would love to take a shower today. Maybe after I decide about whether to move the bed or not. The thing about moving the bed, is... not only do I have to make the other bed, I also need to move it so as to even be able to bring the other bed in there. And somehow I will still need room for my dresser in there too. Oh, I'll get it done. If I can move an extra thick mattress up stairs that cut at a 90 degree angel, and which I had to FOLD THE MATTRESS IN HALF to even get it in the space, then feed it through that 90 degree bend, I can... do this. At least I don't have a woman chastising me the whole way. Oh, never worry, she got oiled. Way too much squeaking. I should have just laid waste to her squeaking right there but I was... busy. Never mind.

Dinner. Yes. Then I'll put an hour on the clock, maybe an extra half hour if digestion is still an issue. Oh, so far, about that contest between beans and cheese? Beans are definitely winning this one. No gas, the way I cook beans I rarely get gas (or a cast iron gullet, not sure which). But Beethoven would be proud of my movements. Work must make me silly. Sure like it, and the good mood after, whatever the case. Later.