My lovely father took me to the DMV, so I could start getting my license back that I let expire while I was abroad. I actually drove today, for the first time in 13(?) years. It was mostly natural, but not completely! What a thing, moving a large object at high speeds (40 m.p.h.) across landscapes.
I worked on my parents' patio. It's made of bricks. My father built it in the 1980s. There were places where a layer of moss and dirt had covered parts of the bricks. There were also weeds growing up between them. I scraped off the moss and dirt with a flat piece of wood and pulled the weeds, as much as I could, though they tended to break off instead of coming out by the root. Then I swept it all up and edged the grass and brick border with a flat metal tool. I think it looks all right!? Yard work is lovely in so many ways: the connection to nature, the calmness and simplicity involved, the smell of earth and vegetation, and the sense of artistic satisfaction at the end when you survey your completed project.
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