Here it is- the one week of the year that this rosebush has any value. The rest of the time it is an ugly, vicious nuisance. See how tolerant I am of others' faults. I haven't killed it yet.
In other news: I wrote a chapter of Dead Mule Swamp Druggist for Writers' Group tonight, and stripped not quite an eighth of one side of the trailer. I'm pleased with what is done, but not when I compare it with all the remaining painted areas. I need to console myself with the idea that this was a section where the paint was still in pretty good shape and was, therefore, difficult to remove.
All this after morning work.
(BP -9 and counting)
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