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Now if that's not an IUD subject, what is?

Little by little I am making progress. It would be easier to weed-whack the things, but in a couple of weeks they'd have reincarnated reinvegetated(?) themselves. This takes longer, but it will save me a bunch of work when it gets really hot.

And, it produces fill for the pool.

The turtles don't seem to mind having plant stuff and newspapers added to their home--just more places for them to play in.

I'm still thinking about adding a water lily or two. If I used water hyacinth it would breed rapidly and quickly cover the entire pool surface, which I don't want to do.

I gave up and called the electrician to come and fix my kitchen light. It might be just a ballast, but then again it might be the whole thing. In either case, I'm not about to climb on a step stool to check things out.

I've been using this electrician for absolutely ever, and his wife (who sets up appointments) recognizes my name and roughly where I live. I told her my problem, and that it was a double circular fixture. And that I'd go to Home Depot and get another, in case (when he comes on Monday) he can't fix the existing one. If he can, then I'll take it back.

The kitchen is a bit dim in the evening--the over-the-sink light and the light on the stove/microwave don't provide much illumination. Adding the dining room light is only a slight improvement.

So I weeded and weeded this morning, with Lady right there supervising. She seems to like human company. Emma also appeared and settled in an unoccupied lawn chair. None of her gentlemen callers were around. Maybe they got tired of waiting for her to come into heat?

The high water is slowly working its way down the Mississippi. The levees (and the spillway) will protect New Orleans. However, the high water may disrupt some marine traffic. Some ocean-going vessels headed upstream may find there isn't enough clearance under bridges. (They may have mentioned a Baton Rouge bridge.)

Living here is quite a lesson in geography and possible ramifications of high water.

Before the levees got built up so much, the floods provided new topsoil (straight from the Midwest). With the river so much more confined to its banks, the topsoil of the wheat belt now gets dumped into the Gulf of Mexico. And the outlet of the Mississippi gets further and further south.

We tend to take the geography of our areas for granted, forgetting that the planet is really a living organism, and what happens in one area is not limited to that area.

On my way home from afternoon coffee and geek reading I stopped at the fabric store to get a long enough cord for my Mignon Faget pendant. I also bought fabric--as if I didn't have enough stashed here there and everywhere. It will eventually turn into slacks and a short-sleeved jacket appropriate for work. I'm a bit short on summer-weight slacks.

Tomorrow I'll be going in to work. This evening I need to type up the inventory of the collection I (almost) finished processing yesterday. All I need to do to have that ready for the stacks is write the collection number on each folder and slap a label on the end of the carton.

I'm betting Susan will have another collection waiting for me. Somehow, I don't think I'll ever run out of work. Good.


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