What do you use on the grout, Consuela? I need to do more scrubbing.

Gold star, Theo!

And Allyson, while not the words you were looking for, maybe, you have just written some excellent words here, so.

Where's that from, Tom? I usually like to include a source link.

I have water oaks, which are "tardily deciduous" and semi-evergreen in the South. This means they lose their small, unrakeable and possibly evil leaves from September to March.

I am terribly sorry.

Somewhat relatedly, my mother just told me she wants to sell their house and move into an apartment and, I quote, "live the life of Riley." Booooo.

Jesse, my mom says that all the time too. Then she remembers that she and my dad bought the house from my grandparents, and when the grandparents moved to Big Bear, they didn't exactly take everything. Nor did my aunt when she got married. And really? Neither have my brother or I so there's lots of stuff.

I dread having to clean out the garage, let alone the whole house. Especially since I have spent the last year cleaning out my MIL's house and we are only about 1/2 done.

Another website to share: 10 formicivores (anteaters). [link] The echidna is on the list, of course. As is the rare ninja anteater: [link]

Where's that from, Tom?

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What do you use on the grout, Consuela?

I just used soapy water with some bleach in it. It's mostly elbow grease with the scrub-brush, really.

I admit I kinda want to take the evening off, but I haven't climbed with these folks in a while, and it's good to get out, I've been indoors all day (except for the run this morning).

Off to feed the dog and change for climbing. Have a nice evening, y'all.

I worked in an overgrown flowerbed for 5 hours. Am sore and tired.

What makes it all ok though is that yesterday I bought a metal rooster for my backyard. It's not a 6' tall Beyonce, but a 1.5' tall one I've named Beauregard. He makes me happy.

6 days until the craft fair/silent auction I am organizing at my church. I have an assload of data entry to do, but not tonight. Tonight I am putting my feet up and playing games.

In other news, it's not even 7:00. So why does it feel like 11-freaking-p.m.?

It's not even six and feels like midnight here. I hate time changes. Actual fluctuations of planet vs. sun, I can deal. Fake me out of an hour of sun, I cut you.

What makes it all ok though is that yesterday I bought a metal rooster for my backyard. It's not a 6' tall Beyonce, but a 1.5' tall one I've named Beauregard. He makes me happy.

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If there was a metal rooster in my backyard I'd be mumbling "Knock knock, Motherfucker." under my breath all the time.

I dread having to clean out the garage, let alone the whole house. Especially since I have spent the last year cleaning out my MIL's house and we are only about 1/2 done.

Yeah, although in their case it's the attic and basement. But yes. She's right, though -- my father can't deal with anything anymore, and she doesn't really want to. I don't think she'll do it immediately, but eventually for sure.

Thanks, Tom! I'll put it up.