Apparently, they are on the way here now at 8:15 PM.
I warned them about the deer running in front of their car.
They said they would be careful.
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I basically abused my mower today (which is finally completely repaired - a bunch of 16-year-old worn out parts had to be replaced… and I couldn’t afford to pay John Deere to do it, so…) and used it to defacto bush hog down the two feet of grass (I’m doing about an acre of the property at a time) down to 2 inches (painstakingly cutting it in stages and blowing all of the thatch off into the woods). Then, I ran 250 feet of hose (after cutting another area down to the dirt with the big mower), laid about two hundred fifty square feet of sod in an area, adjusted the sprinkler to water it in, oh yeah: and I also repaired the messed up threads on a custom French horn today while another professional player waited.
The high today here was 97°.
I guess it’s not time to go to bed yet.
While that guy is driving here with the smashed trumpet, I am laying in bed drinking coffee and watching Rockford Files.