Sunny today. I'm going to treat myself to a nice new
and sharp pair of pruning shears. I've been using
my dad's -- circa 1960-something, Sears, for decades.
Need to get them sharpened. Dull dull dull. Attacking
the roses, and the tangle of grapes. Shall make the
cats come outside with me, my Seattle cats, all three
of those unemployed ragtag urban mongrels.