Flower beds

My house looks like a crack house. Yes, it is cute and reasonably maintained, but the flower bed must go! Of course, we've had nothing but rain so that is my excuse for not digging the bloody thing up. But truthfully, my fear is what to do with it once I've ridded my home of the mangled mess.

And what the Hell is with wood chips? They do nothing but make weeding a pain in the ASS! I will have a 5 gallon pail full for anyone that wants them. I am willing to negotiate a straight exchange for a bottle of Shiraz.

On another note, my father's Parkinson is getting worse. It is sure hard to see your parents age and slowly become weaker. We have had 15 years of slight tremours and no real developments. To have it hit so hard in the last year is a real surprise. Fortunately, I am already involved in fundraising for Parkinson research at the University of Saskatchewan. Our curling bonspiel and golf tournament have raised $1 million to date. Did you know that we have one of the world's leading experts in our province? The alarming thing is that Saskatchewan actually has a higher rate per capita of Parkinson (and MS for that matter) than anywhere in the world.