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John did a bunch on the yard, bless him. Got rid of a bunch of trash, too, including pretty much everything gross that was under the deck (except the shovefuls of broken tile and cement at the bottom of the stairs).

I figured out how to repair and refill the string trimmer I found in the shed, and I trimmed the front lawn down a bit. It’s been raked so it’s really just patches of crabgrass here and there, not really a lawn. Hoping to reseed it in the fall, I guess.

Lin bought a pretty purple plant for the front stoop.
I messed around a good deal with the satellite dish today; despite running a different cable into the living room and despite making sure the azimuth, tilt, and elevation were all right (they weren’t), I still get no signal. Baffling.
My parents were here. I’m not sure if the highlight of their brief and unexpected visit was the house, our dinner with David and Lisa at Willow, or the Signal Hill Park six-geocache loop.

My mother painted the office, which was a really nice thing for her to have done. I need to roll a second coat onto most of the largest wall, but that’s okay.

All that’s left to do in there after that is clean up a bit, and I can move stuff in. I need to get legs for the desk, and I’m not sure what to do about that. If only Ikea were closer. I just didn’t have the energy to go today; I made the mistake of doing all my string-trimmer and satellite-dish maintenance in the heat of midday.

Lin and Max are in Woodbridge as of a few hours ago, so I’m alone. I’m not sure how much time I’ve even spent alone in this house. It’s especially strange because the house is so much larger that Jasper routinely disappears. I’ve taken to calling him for no reason, just so I know I haven’t somehow let him outside. When he comes I have to give him treats or something, or else he’ll figure it out and stop coming.