Clocks; Outside Cleaning; Inside Cleaning; Indigo Child

Somehow I managed to pass the entire day until a few minutes ago not realizing that my clocks were not set ahead.

There are only three timepieces I use: A Sharp atomic clock that is supposed to constantly receive a signal from one of the time servers operated by the National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST), except it must not reset to DST; the clock on my cell phone, which also appears not to reset to DST; and the time on the laptop, which DOES reset according to DST.

Ancient Chinese saying: "Man who had two clocks never knows what time it is."

Thursday, I got out the edge trimmer and spent an hour trying to replace the old spool with a new one. Finally after much ado, I got the old one off. Then I spent another hour trying to get the new one on. The first time, the plastic wire wasn't placed right. The second time, the wire was coiled wrong. But the third effort was the charm.

I plugged it in and proceeded to trim along the front walk, then down the drive. But then I noticed it didn't seem to be cutting. I looked back at the package and the spool only contained 25 feet of wire. Yikes!

I went by Lowe's Friday, but they did not have spools, only packages of wire. Which is a much cheaper, but less convenient way to replace the line. It means you have to sit down with the empty spool and feed the new wire in always going in a counterclock wise direction. Saturday morning, I finished the drive, but the grass was too thich in some areas, so I had to use a hatchet.

Also on Thursday, I cleaned a section of the north side yard. Over the years, hedge has grown at random, so that it difficult to tell where the border is. I was finally able to clear everything to the south of the border, so that the hedge actually looks like its in a row.

Yesterday, I raked off the straw and leaves from a brick patio behind the house. Several months ago, I'd cleaned off a brick walk from the car port to the patio. The walk has been buckled by roots, but the patio appears fine. But it so covered in dirt in some spots that it will need considerable hosing down. This afternoon, I used the last of the herbicide on the splotches of weeds.

I've also been madly trimming away the limbs of the oak trees on the south side. I went over the south yard with the mower hoping it would mulch some of the straw and leaves, but it just sorta re-arranged everything. The same thing need to be done to the section directly behind the house.

This afternoon, I replaced the front porch light with a motion detection security light. Of medium difficulty I'd say. I'm not sure I understand the various settings though.

Friday night, in some strange frenzy of energy, I decided to clean the floor under the refrigerator and the sides of the refrigerator and stove. Turned out to be not overly difficult.

Last night in another burst of gumption, I attacked the stove top. The grates were a real pain. Obviously they'd not be cleaned in years. I tried several bottled cleaners, scouring powder, even soaking in bleach. At last I took a knife and scrapped them. Then the idea hit me to burn off the gunk. So once I finished scrapping, I held the grate in a burner flame, and that indeed managed to sear off the dirt in nooks and crevices.

The crime lab team must determine who did what. It turns out that it is difficult to rule out the possibility that she could have done it.

She is a brilliant child, one that the mother calls an Indigo Child. A term that was new to me.

Did the brother do it, and she creates enough reasonable doubt to allow him to get off? Did she do it, and the brother it trying to protect her? Did they both do it?

I have no idea. But the idea of Indigo Children is certainly fascinating. One of the teachers says that when he sees her looking outside at a leaf or a squirrel, he would give anything to know what she's thinking.

PAX!