I puttered today. Little things, but got a lot accomplished on many fronts. Finished a book. Did Tom's leg and took his blood pressure. Took compost out to compost pile. Moved and consolidated rocks to put back in place around the lower side of the turnaround (they were plowed out of place two winters ago). Moved some chunks of birch. Pulled some weeds (but didn't touch the thorn bushes). Got the pile of white lawnchairs out the cellar door -- closer to getting them to my up-the-hill-neighbor. Put another stack of optical magazines into the car. Organized some stuff in the cellar (in other words, I walked stuff to the proper pile) and found some more stuff for Goodwill. Thought about pulling nails out of the shelves so I could put them back into place. Consolidated some stuff outside and in the cellar to take to the head of the driveway as soon as I make a "FREE" sign. Found the rake. Oh, and in the process, decluttered and swept the deck so I can get Tom out there to enjoy the weather. Found a birthday card for my sister; found a sympathy card to send to a friend. Started reading another book. And now I'm in the middle of making dinner -- Moroccan chicken stew with onions, lemons, and green olives.

Linn