I went out this morning to haul some of the potted plants back onto the new patio, and brought the lawn chairs back out from the garage. I decided not to try to lug the gas grill out--I'll leave that for Bob. I can't quite figure out what to do with some of the stuff. This late in the season, a lot of the stuff has died back and I don't know whether to just dump the dirt out and spread it around--it wouldn't be noticed out there now--just stick the pots in the garage or the basement and get new potting soil in the fall, or whether to go ahead and bring then up onto the patio and worry about it later.

I noticed this morning that when the workmen raised the air conditioner (they stuck a big piece of the old patio under it and they're going to build up soil around it), the moved it closer to the fence so that I now have about a third less room to get back to the water faucet. It was difficult before, now it's almost impossible. I mentioned it to Bob, but I don't know how important it is, whether it's worth him asking them to move it. I don't want to cause problems, but I also don't want to have to maneuver my way back there and get mad every time I have to water the plants.

It's a difficult thing. Bob and I are both trying our best not to make each other mad over it, and mostly succeeding, I think. Some days are better than others.