I'm dripping sweat just reading what all of you have been doing. And a fire! Wow!
I rotated sprinklers this morning to give each vegetable garden a good soak, after an early dog walk. I'm going to bed earlier now to up early to make use of the cool air. I think the dogs were much happier when the pavement was cool (though Cinnamon still wanted to drag me back to walk through fields and woods). I called Susie and she's game for walking earlier. (She's pretty amazing, by the way, with everything she's doing. More about her one of these days.)
This evening I cleaned up produce. My onions have now been brushed off (dirt) and trimmed (roots, tops) and are in a cardboard box in the laundry room. The garlic is also a bit cleaned up, but I left the tops on for now. The kitchen counter has various fruit and veggies on it but less of everything else.
I did one load of laundry, and after not having a lot of success with the iron earlier this week, I went ahead and put my various trousers into the dryer. Line drying things that are meant to be dried in heat means that those wrinkles are there, no matter how hard you try to iron them out. I still have some other things that I'll hang out in the morning.
My side yard is looking better, but I have to move a bunch of rocks from the wall I'm still demolishing, so I'm planning to re-do the temporary wall that sits on the concrete drive. I am going to leave one cluster of stone where it is because it is a rather beautiful and sturdy part of the old wall. I'll make it into a part of a garden there. I didn't like the wing wall, but I did like the stone and how some of it was arranged, if that makes any sense. I'll see how much has to come out around it before it looks right.
My ex is coming over tomorrow midday to help me load the tiller into the truck. I can't start it by myself and I don't want John across the street trying to run it (I think he's 78 now - this is too much for him). I'll take it over to the small engine shop on Saturday and see how much he'll give me for it. It has blocked a corner of the garage for a long time, and will allow me to rearrange things in there now.
Now for something completely different: I was listening to the local NPR folk/rock station and they were playing Neil Young. I flashed immediately back to the Jimmy Fallon skit that he pulled Bruce Springsteen into. (Will Smith's pre-teen daughter recorded a song called "Whip My Hair" that Fallon re-visualized as if Neil Young sang it. It is hilarious. And if you get the Terry Gross interview with Fallon where he tells you how he talked Springsteen into it, you have a good laugh ahead of you.)