Get plenty of exercise, they said....

... Don't do any gardening, they said. Okey doke.  Sounds fair to me.  So on Wednesday, after my two classes at school, I headed to Lowes to buy some storage boxes for my robotics bits (the cardboard boxes they were shipped to me in are less than serviceable and mostly long gone) and a couple of bags of lime for the lawn.  I am supposed to refrain from digging in the dirt to avoid the mould and microbes that live there so I reckoned spreading some lime would be OK.  And what greeted me as I arrived?  A heap of 24 split bags of sundry gardening supplies - landscaping pebbles, fertiliser and yes, lime.  Marked down from $245 to $15 and all piled on a palette wrapped in saran wrap.
Never could ignore a bargain, especially as I was going to buy gravel and lime later in the year anyway, so I bought it.  Which left me the unenviable task of loading it into the Subaru.  And, even more fun, unloading it when I got home.  Only then did I think "And what the hell do I do with it now?"
Easy answer - we have two garbage cans - 150 or so litres each  - at home, one of which I keep for chucking waste material from DIY projects into.  So I emptied that one (didn't have much in) into the normal household bin and filled it with bags in no particular order.  I spread the gypsum and azalia / rhodo food where it needed to go, stacked the stones out of the way (mostly) and put the rest into the wheelie bin I used to keep barbecue charcoal and bird seed in.  The garbage can was easy to trundle out of the way but the charcoal bin said "This bin has the wheels at one end and all the weight at the other.  Kindly refer to your first year physics notes on how easy this isn't going to be to move."  So it's not quite a lawn feature but is trying hard.  In case you're wondering what the bumper stickers say, reading left to right it's "Will teach for food", "My child is an honors student but my ex-governor is a moron" and "Bernie 2017".
On Thursday I finally got to see my own doc to have a pre-cancerous gizmo frozen off my cheek.  He looked at it and all the other lumps and bumps on my face and said "Nah" and he was right - it's disappeared on its own.  I couldn't get anything from him about my myeloma survival chances, either - he just looked at the notes from Wake Forest and said "Hmm - that's odd."  I've called Cancer Care in Asheville, too and they said they'll get back to me.  As they seem to be in no hurry, I'm taking that as good news.
Oh, I forgot to mention what I plan to do with the 20 bags of fertiliser etc that are in the bins.  I'm going to work through them in order, grabbing the top bag and doing whatever it is meant to be used for.  Must take care with the lawn food with weedkiller in it and make sure none of it goes on my tomatoes and flowers.  The tomato plants are already a few inches high which means either we'll have home grown toms in June or we are due for a frost to bump them off.

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