We had the gardener come over tonight to look over the plans and get things finalized for the next phase of our backyard. Or rather, one of the next phases; putting in the decomposed granite pathways is something we're more than happy to pay him to do, while filling the raised bed with dirt and laying the path around that fall onto the 'hey, we can do this ourselves!' list of back-yard-related fun.
I get excited every time we anything for our backyard, because I can see it slowly coming together, and I know that eventually it is going to be amazing. Soon, very soon, I am hoping we'll be able to do more than build walls and lay paths and haul dirt; soon I hope we'll get to the part where we can start actually planting trees and bushes and things. But I have to remain patient, even though sometimes it is so hard.
We preordered season 4 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD (but I think I already mentioned that), and that arrived last week, so the past week we've fallen into a routine. We come home from work, we get dinner (in some form or another) and then we curl up on the couch in the living room and watch episodes of Buffy until we're too tired to watch anymore. Granted there were quite a few moments where we were both laughing our heads off, and moments where I could not help but reiterate my deep and unabashed love for both Giles and Spike, but there were also far too many moments that weren't quite so good.
Alas, we watched the last episode last night. No more new Buffy until probably early next year. Sigh. And now that it is done I think I have to agree with the general consensus that this is not the best season of Buffy ever. Nothing to do but set our sights for the new Harry Potter book due out this weekend, and hope it lives up to its hype.