This hasn't been a normal week. Cat sitting ends today and I can work on yard stuff this afternoon if the delivery gets here in time. Tomorrow is my eye exam (dilating them messes up my day so I always make the appointment in the afternoon) and Saturday the march.

I had an interesting conversation as I was approaching my house this afternoon; I stopped and rolled down the passenger window to greet a fellow on the bridge with a couple of fishing poles. (I'm the second house up from the bridge and the creek runs through the back of my yard.) I wondered if he was fishing for something in particular or what he's catching? He said he lives a couple yards away on the other side of the bridge and while he fishes other places around the state had never tried the creek. Apparently we have big mouth bass! He's releasing what he catches, and caught one of about 1.5 pounds. I regularly see smaller fish, turtles, birds, snakes, toads, etc., that live along or in the creek. It's an urban stream with lots of street and yard runoff so there's nothing in there I'd want to eat, but I've always been glad that it can support a diverse population. That brief view of recreational fishing in the neighborhood was such a nice departure from the stress of the world these days.

No bin yet, but I think I'll start mowing and pile clippings where I want it to go.