they have been medicated for two days and OUGHT to be feeling better.
Please.
Today thus far
Have done:
Awoke to sinus pain at 2 a.m.
Read a book until some time after 5 a.m.
Passed out again
Crawled out of bed at 8 a.m.
Rescued two toads from the love of the Bean
Taught school
Made a run to the pharmacy to get meds for allergies
Commanded everyone to wear shoes whilst in the construction zone
Removed the last of the cedar shakes
Had a long phone call regarding a ministry for which I volunteer
Busted up a brawl between the homeschoolers that broke out while I was on the phone
Gave First Aid to a Bean who slipped off her shoes and sliced her toe in all the excitement.
Negotiated peace between the warring parties
To do:
Take a Bean to the doctor for a tetanus shot
Go to the library
Shop for groceries
Make dinner
Workout
Launder all of our laundry
Pick up the dining room and our bedroom
Walk the dog
Sleep through the stinking night
Evil Stepmother
I think inheriting a someone else’s garden is a little like becoming a step – in my case – mother to half grown children. You have signed on and are committed to living with or correcting someone else’s missteps.
On the upside you also get to benefit from the other’s great choices.
My garden was planted by a man. There have been many occasions where I want to travel back in time and say, “Hey Larry, must EVERYTHING be orange? Let’s try something pink…purple?…can we compromise on yellow? and I’m not talking neon! While we’re talking, I REALLY don’t think your idea for an 80! foot long shade bed up against a western style fence is such a good idea…OK, if you must persist would you PLEASE plant something taller than 6 inches? PLEASE…yes, I’m begging. And while we’re talking western, would you settle on a style for the raised boards on the front of the house. Western or Tudor? You can’t have both! OK, I KNOW you CAN, but you SHOULDN’T! For the love of all things you need to get a hold of yourself!”
For the sake of my blood pressure I don’t even bring up the interior…
I’m on a mission from God.
OK, I’m just gardening, but since I am in the throes of removing a border of yucca…I’m going to give you a moment to consider that…
Yes, I am removing an entire raised bed of yucca that is beside our pool. This is my third summer at it and as God, and very probably Satan, are my witnesses it will be gone. This is a break. Yucca is one serious plant. It does not belong in Michigan. The foliage is never really attractive, the flowers aren’t either nor are they fragrant and, get this, they have tiny razor sharp – can’t think of the right word – prickly sort of things that sting if you think about touching the plant. Isn’t that the perfect thing to plant right next to where people will be walking in swimsuits.
If there is ever full scale nuclear war, in the aftermath, it’s just going to be cockroaches, rats and yucca. If that doesn’t give one’s will to live a kick in the pants I don’t know what does.