blending an assortment of thoughts and experiences for my friends, relations and kindred spirit

blending an assortment of thoughts and experiences for my friends, relations and kindred spirit
By Alison Hobbs, blending a mixture of thoughts and experiences for friends, relations and kindred spirits.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Mulch, gutters and oily rags

Yesterday was clean-up day at the Rockcliffe Flying Club where I was one of the gardeners, weeding and spreading soggy mulch around the shasta daisies. Today, said my husband, would be the day we installed new guttering (or eavestroughs as they often call them in North America) at the back of our house. So we spent an instructive morning driving from Gatineau to Gloucester searching for the requisite materials, which when we found them (Chris cutting his finger on a sharp edge before we'd even got them off the racks in the store) we realised couldn't possibly fit into a car the size of ours. Delivery of the gutters would cost $60, and the job of fitting them would be harder than we'd anticipated.

Deferring that challenge till a later date, we cheered ourselves up by spending the afternoon lying on our backs in the grass, cleaning the dust and smears of oil off the belly of our aeroplane. The temperature was 33 degrees in the shade ("feels like 42").

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