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at the twp board meeting on Tuesday, the board decided that I needed to start the ball rolling (again) on the basement re-org. (note that I wasn't even at the meeting, because I'm only a twp employee, and I had somewhere else to be.) To be fair, the reason the ball had stopped is because TE had emergency abdominal surgery and was understandably out of action for six weeks. But he's back on his feet now, and can at least manage things. So I amended the write-up I did last time, and sent it out. Hopefully something will happen now.

FCB rehearsal was on stage this week (a last minute change because the bandroom was full of sorting music/instruments/uniforms, and their band director didn't want it rearranged). I put a big sign in red and black marker on a music stand in front of the door, and yet.... Every time I (or somebody else on set up) went back into the bandroom for percussion, there was a band member looking around, perplexed. One person had even taken it upon themselves to set up a chair and stand in the area where they usually sit.

The birds are getting to the strawberries before I do. There's only a dozen bearing plants this year, and this historical variety (my grandfather bought the first plants in 1933) is not one that has lots of fruit. We had lots of berries when I was a kid, but that's because we had 200 sq feet of strawberry patch, not 10. Well, and the soil at King Rd was better than the soil here, and I just don't have the spoons to do the required amendment here.

The pale pink peonies bloomed yesterday, and the dark pink ones have that lovely sun-faded look to them. And there is a carpet of white peony petals, and a thicket of lupine seed heads. I guess I know what I'll be doing this afternoon. :)

ETA: It's Friday the 13th. A black cat has already crossed my path. (OK, so he does that every day. I don't think it'll change anything.)