Listening for the Unsaid

I shot out the door this morning prepared to work nursing home for the day, then struggle to finish laundry, groceries, etc. tonight.

Arrive at nursing home, discover there is no schedule for me, call the main PT, and find out that the PTA (who asked me to work for her) never told the main PT I'd be doing that.

MainPT: "Let me come right over and make a schedule for you."
Me: "Actually, I would LOVE to have an unexpected day off, and there are about a bajillion things I can do with today. This is fine."
MainPT: "Seriously?"
Me: "Yes! But I agreed to work the 21st and I really DO need to work that day."
MainPT: "Okay, we'll have a schedule for you then."

So today I went to OSH and bought a bag of good dirt, then drove home with the awesome dirt smell in my car. I had an old, still-somewhat-alive bottlebrush tree stump in the far left corner, which meatlad  dug up for me, and I worked my new dirt into that corner of the garden. (It looks so much better now that he's done that. Awesome.)

Also: Discovered that the old ginormous palm tree stump in the far right corner had rotted out on top, so was full of good rich dirt. Worked that into a different part of the garden, then used the shovel to scrape out partly-rotted bits of stump. Result: I now have a stump shaped like a large dish. I hear that pouring buttermilk on an old stump helps it to rot faster. I'll try that this week and report back.

Edit: Safeway is out of buttermilk. Will try to execute next week and report back.