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here is some of the treasure you find doing yardwork at my parents' house. the family they bought the land from had owned it for nearly 80 years and had built up a sort of midden-heap of trash that never went to the dump, really. if you walk around in certain areas where the soil is exposed, you can pick out handfuls of worn, broken glass just walking a few paces. wherever we whack away at the brambly undergrowth to expose the view, the madrones and rhododendrons and the hidden garden beds, we also find lengths of rusted pipe, bundles of decayed twine, half-buried cement lumps, and so on. my dad calls this "site repair" and because it was so important to him, he chose to build on the worst area so it would receive the most attention.

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a small army of women have been applying various beautifying charms to me, these last two weeks. i had a spray tan last week (mainly to even out a bad and unfortunate sunburn) and also had my eyebrows waxed and tinted. then yesterday i had my first manicure and pedicure, and my first facial. the facial was at a day spa and i want to go back there every single weekend. or every single day, even. oh god it was so wonderful. glowy and floaty. the only downside to being so relaxed and pampered for several hours is that it is really hard to come back to reality, and i have been in a mini-funk all day, unable to get much done.