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We have achieved gate

I’m giddy.

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Mr. C’s wild ride

Mr. C boasts the brawn and I control the money, so when a job arises that requires filthy lucre we drive off to wherever I must spread the stuff. Asked if it was fun to spend other peoples money, he said ‘not really’. I would think the opposite, but some people just aren’t [...]

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You know the drill…

Mr C showed up at my door this morning holding a strange looking fruit, ostensibly wanting to show me what it looked like because he’d planted one of the trees right outside my kitchen window. Oh, and there are suddenly, miraculously, two new pineapple plants in the ‘garden’ area. Must be dirt elves. Of [...]

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More of the same.

I thought perhaps there would be some painting done today, but that’s what I get for assuming anything with Mr. C. He brought more plants in… and finished out this line. Then he put mulch around them. Then he planted 5 more fruit trees of some sort. I’ve really no idea what they are; he [...]

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Likes to pour

Peter wondered about the dogs. Had they been eaten by the poisonous plumeria? Had I traded them in on trained gators with frickin’ laser beams strapped to their heads? Neither, actually. But I like the idea of gators. Bet Mr. C could build me a moat. Speaking of… this [...]

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Cane

No, really. Sugar cane. He planted patches of sugar cane in the area of the yard that they neglected to mow, which seems to be okay, because he told me that ‘we’re’ going to put mulch down on this area and make it a garden. …and here he is. When I tried to [...]

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