Woof!

I would've posted something earlier this week, but my arms were sore after working like a dog for 10 hours, cleaning and painting my sister, Brenda's rental suite.

How can people leave a suite without vacuuming or cleaning the toilet? The tenants were indignant that B wouldn't give them their damage deposit on the spot. "We've left places way dirtier than this!" was their best defense. We took photos of giant cat-hair bunnies (apparently "no pets" meant little to them), smoke stains (interesting interpretation of "no smoking"), stove-top crud hidden under foil covers and a large hole in the gyproc. I'd post them, but besides being across town, the pictures are disturbing and this is a 'G'-rated site.

So after scrubbing, painting and dragging a steam cleaner around the suite, I was too tired to type.

But by today, I was rested up. So we spent the day in the garden, moving plants around, and moving all my seedlings onto the walkway so we could mulch all the beds with compost. Before he left, Steve was trying to decide whether to buy a half- or full yard of compost, and his indecision resulted in him buying 2 yards. (Buy bulk and save -- he couldn't resist a second yard for a mere $10 more.)

So our neighbours benefited with the addition of some organics to their garden beds. And Sunday is the New West plant sale, so I'll be able to fill all the gaps in the garden with lovely, cheap plants. W-hoo.

I'm going to borrow a camera so you can see pics of my garden. I promise.

Must sleep now. Be good.