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I'm stymied in accomplishing that latter goal by the absence of anyone strong enough to lift a bag of potting soil or six now that I have money to buy it.
If we were closer I'd be happy to help ya. I found a nursery here that carries the potting soil we use, and it's only 7$ per 2cu ft bags. Which is like 2$ cheaper than anywhere else I have seen it.
Yeah, I'm stuck with either HD or Costco; they're only a mile and a half away, and anything much cheaper or more virtuous makes up for it in extra gas payments. It's like being a regular at the Tumwater Del's: my husband works pretty literally next door.
I managed to re-bork my rib injury on Tuesday, and at about the same time run out of tolerance for NSAIDS, and my husband of the two-pounds-of-titanium-rods-and-screws is having a bad week pain-wise, and I may have permanently alienated the hired help by forgetting, when she told me she wasn't showing up last Thursday, that it was her thirtieth birthday. For about twenty seconds, after which I apologized. Possibly too late. My initial reaction was less than perfect because it was the day after my son and I wasted three hours looking for my wallet and I was still lacking the items (including potting soil) that he and I were supposed to buy that day.
Ah, cack. I've now sucked myself into the maelstrom that starts out "I'm sure that it was not my father's goal, when he instructed that my cousin would be given a 20% share in this parcel, that I should sit here looking for paid help elsewhere while his teenage sons play paintball in the pasture."
