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About halfway done with the ship-lapping of the shed. No clue what the color will eventually be; I’m making this up as I go along.
About halfway done with the ship-lapping of the shed. No clue what the color will eventually be; I’m making this up as I go along.
Major operations are complete: all daylilies and assorted pretties (and none of the thistles and invasive grasses) are sorted and in their new homes around the backyard and the pond. Next up: painting the power line spool bench and spreading grass seed and mulch while keeping Kirby away from all of the above.
Important remedial gardening news: I was even allowed to plant several of the daylilies myself which implies a great deal of connubial trust and the apparent hardiness of the daylilies themselves. Time will tell if they survived my hand; I give them 50/50 odds.
First photo is from a month ago, the second from 10 minutes ago. There was a walkway buried in all of that, as well as a table and chair set and a patio. Walkway formed the new flowerbed edge.
Achingly beautiful testament to the power of processing grief via one’s art.
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The vast majority of funding for it is being provided by an Illinois billionaire who also has spent millions supporting politicians who spread the lie that the 2020 presidential election was rigged against Donald Trump. And this week the controversial measure’s most vocal supporter in Ohio compared Trump’s indictment for trying to overturn the election to what’s done “in third-world dictatorships.”
To top it off, an Arizona politician who has lied both about Trump’s 2020 loss and her own loss last year plans to come to Ohio to promote Issue 1 — to “protect” the Ohio Constitution.
If anyone could make a story about Instagram influencers not only readable but compulsively so, I should have known that it'd be Alison: I've been a fan since we first connected back in the MySpace days, TRASHED being my first foray into her narrative mind and, with BAD INFLUENCE, the first of her (hopefully many) continuations of Robert B. Parker's Sunny Randall stories, she not only renders an accurate depiction of Boston (I lived there for 10 years and her evocation of it made me feel back “home” (read: the home that’s more home than the home of my first 18 years) – though I was perplexed by how easy it was for her characters to find parking; the true fictional license of the story, I suppose) but manages – thanks to her unmatched ability to craft an emotional honesty for each character, no matter how small their role – something that only the best writers can pull off: she makes Parker’s creations wholly her own. Highly recommended.