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You can tell I put some thought into making this title. But I was rushing to finish this before midnight.

It's slowly making its way this way, but the reason I had to mow my lawn last evening is coming upon us: Rain. I have been waiting for this, because the lawn needs rain after the weeding, feeding and seeding I have been doing.

The two lawn mowers are working fine, but the older of the two (my very first mower, bought back when I was housesitting for my sister the teacher years ago) is showing its age and wear. I may have to ditch it, and buy a Fiskars mower that can cut through even twigs.

I don't know why I order the items I do from the local bar-and-grill, as I do every Wednesday or Thursday. I do not eat all of each item, and the food goes to waste.

Madre is at war with mice which have infiltrated the house from the garage. The little blips have crapped in the under-counter cabinets, and have even made it upstairs, where they have ripped out the stuffing from one of my sisters' dolls. She is laying traps for them now.

The youngest niece of my sister the teacher is coming home from Korea, where she taught English to young Koreans in poorly-managed Korean versions of Japanese juku. She will have to stay at Madre's because her own room has been used as a feline bog.

My sister the editor's honeymoon with her new laptop is over, and she will even have to reinstall everything on the laptop. It is evident that she is unused to Windows 7 (althrough she is learning fast); and that she does not understand that, sometimes, you have to let go of the programs you love (or at least tolerate). Example: Eudora is dead, except as ill-supported open-source, and that Thunderbird has developed a great deal since she last used it.