Weed whacker: 1, Phnee: 0

[mousme]

Okay, I give up. My easy-to-assemble edge trimmer thing is anything but. I can see how it's supposed to come together, except for the life of me I can't make Tab A fit into Slot B: it just won't work.

So I got all the raised beds done and part of the side beds, and now I'm tired and the trimmer thing has made me cranky, so I'm calling it quits for the day. I did a lot of good work, so it's not a complete waste. Besides, it's pretty chilly out there now, even though I've been moving around a lot.

I had the dubious pleasure of having one of the delinquent brats from next door bring his girlfriend into their garden and sit at a small plastic table, smoking cigarettes and talking typical teenager talk. It was like being on the bus, except this time I got the exciting privilege of hearing both sides of the inane conversation.

Tomorrow I go to the gym, but when I get back I'll have a few more hours to work in the garden.