I didn't underline a single sentence in this, not one marginal note - strange

let your love flow - the belemy bros

I just planted trees and bushes allllll day (+cookies). Got a wee sunburn even. I moved Mary and gave her a new view. Rediverted the front gutter drainage field. Wrapped most of the trees in fiber skirts and mulch, moved all the dirt bare handed...

When I stood back after at the end of the day, I saw: the land / our material context has been completely transformed - without any planning ahead or duscussion - by Ears chopping every fucking thing down to the ground + my taking the bait to replace it all and adding another tree. It looks like a different house almost. All the grim formality of ancient box hedges has been replaced by a fern garden, a hydrangea bush cluster (4 different, 2 oakleaf), daylillies called "blood and tears", forsynthia and a big butterfly bush with dark bluepurple blooms, a columnar juniper. 

Jeff, the ersatz bftree
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I think I have the first phallusueous stone burial site, and I have a perfect candidate. To do plantwork is very different than 🕯. And to plant an object, it has to be something you like and want to keep and/but you will give to the tree/spot because here you are.

Then we went to vote - my current events literacy is watching South Park - Ears also, we're pretty checked out - but we'd feel guilty if we didn't at least go vote for the Working Families candidates; we don't know why it was a zoo at both our polling places. I was in line behind my nextdoor neighbor, the single mom w the 2 boys, Rebekkah. I like her, I like her stage of life so I like being near it. One of her kids was with her (18 now). She always calls them "my boys" so I can never remember their damn names. Every other house in our hood has either got ancient elderly folks living there, or people like us who buy houses that need new everything bc the prior owners were ancient. The inground pool in her yard is fucked, oooold, pretty gross but the boys rigged it up with an above ground pool plumbing system, diy brokeart 👍. 

I got my first string of xmas lights.

I have an longsliverworry of too quiet. But I am quiet too.

raisin bran chocolate chip

The Buffalo Miracle 

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Relieving someone's suffering or annoyance, making things work better — it's what you're all about today. You'll under-promise and over-deliver. 

Sounds like any Tuesday ☝️ might.

Not much is up today, unless 💣 of some kind goes off, always possible. Reading/writing, cleaning, yoga, planting the last shrubs, making a new cake or cookies, maybe beef barley soup (dash of Greek nostalgia). Craig is already here, sanding drywall, telling me about South Park  (Ears and I are definitely catching up on that, I gotta see the devil's buttbaby for myself). He didn't bring the right primer, so can't finish today - maybe he likes it here - we all do miss each other still, that didn't magically poof when new troubles overlayed it. Ears is hot for The Fish Place. We decided fish people are one of our kind because their stores don't open til noon (potheads 👍). Ears'll maybe begin this. And/or, today he drives for the first time, to The Fish Place, up Colvin to Robinson, a known route - hunter/gatherer brain chems, harvesting aquarium plants.

oh yeah, and I gotta find where I vote now (here). Ears is currently disenfranchised, I believe 🤔