He who moweth.

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That time again.  Needed to know about the branches.  Well?  Mow around.  After he finished, we looked at the work that had been done.  Spiffy.  Not his exact words.  Not having to duck, and still get raked, by the branches, however, was good enough.  Plus he thinks the yard looks better from the street.  While here, I chatted about what he thought could be done.  Letting the lad gain he breath before sprinting on to do his own lawn, a touch of gab, if not overweening, can be a gift indeed.  He outlined what he would do.  It aligned well with my general thoughts.  More, the thing I noted about the second tree to be worked on is that all of the branches are lower.  No climbing will be needed.  For some reason I hadn't noticed that to point.  For his good deeds, I sent him on his way with enough for something cool to drink, or two, or one and a snack.  At least I don't have to wear food around my neck to just get wolves to visit.  :p  I would, but no wolves and they aren't tasty.

A nap was taken, by the way.  Which means I did do a spot of tidying in the bathroom.  Mirror, sweeping, a bit of washing and wiping.  As I am doing things, the bathroom is staying extremely clean.  Five minutes a week, if I stay on top of my end of things, might be enough to last a month or two.  I am learning what it takes to do things.  And it isn't how I like to do things.  As I have mentioned, in the recent past, I am also learning that doing things is primary to how you feel about doing things.  So it goes.  Do I want to add time to the process, add bulk to the wash, spending extra time sorting this and that, or... do I want to "recycle/reuse"?  Definitely the latter.  Before I had been holding out for my way, but getting nowhere.  Now I am getting somewhere.  Sure, I caved on my principles.  But I have, and can keep, that area clean.  Bleh.  Idealism, like a plan, is great until implementation.

I'll attempt to hit the kitchen a bit tonight.  No water stone work.  Not tonight.  If I can clear an area tonight, and clean up.  Plus do the counters, I might well be ready for some sharpening tomorrow.  After some heavier work, some fine work forces the body to come down... or it does for me... if I can manage it.  Sharpening blades to a fine edge is very fine work.  And cutting and moving limbs is definitely in my classification heavy work.

Drinking tea has really helped something or other.  Coffee, while I enjoy it, was getting far too heavy.  I might still have some, from time to time.  Just not as often, not daily.  It might work better in winter, when it is more seriously cold?  Well, not this winter, I don't think?  Who knows, memory is a little spotty on the topic at the moment.  Was learning to live off medicine, then I had the cold so bad for so long.  I'll know more next year.  Still, as summer approaches, iced coffee with whole cream will still be a nice treat from time to time.  Mostly tea though.  I remember lemons from the store, those can really cut tea, which can be a bit tight on the first brewing.  Oh, right, I also got mint.  That really can pick up tea, especially in it's later brews, though hugely on a first pass.  Hmm... more tea, as I review the kitchen challenge.  Later.