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| Yesterday was a great day. Hell, it was a great weekend. I don't remember much from Friday night, although I know I did stay up for the Simpsons. Saturday, David finally took me to see Shakespeare in Love*, then we made a magnificent spaghetti dinner. Ok, yes, of course, David made the dinner. Crusty, cheesy garlic bread, David's special tomato sauce, fresh salad with feta. Yummm. After dinner we spent some quality time together, and I fell asleep around 9pm. I woke up around I woke up for about an hour around 11pm, but I just read while David worked on baseball games (he's involved with the Society for American Baseball Research or SABRe). The next day, yesterday (Sunday) we got up earlyish, borrowed tools from the House (Ian and El were still in their bathrobes), stopped by the Ace Garden Center, and came back and dug a big hole in my yard. | *A disappointment. I had built it up too much, I guess. I did like it, and better than David who hollered historical inaccuracy. Please, I said, it's Tom Stoppard. Think of it as Shakespeare retelling an ancient folktale, and you'll understand the movie better. I want to marry Gwenyth Paltrow. | |
| Ok, yes, David dug a big hole in my yard. | ||
| A tidy little 6 x 6 plot (which Sharon guessed correctly when she asked if he measured it - he surely did, with my sewing tape measure!), in which we broke up dirt clods and mixed in chicken, horse and bat shit (aka Soil Conditioner). I knew we weren't getting everything in, but we had just enough room for a row of peas (which will need to be thinned if all goes well), a blank row for tomatoes, a row of spinach and a row of basil (still in pots - we're waiting for them to get bigger before we set them in). It's too early for tomatoes or peppers (although we're going to dig a "pepper annex" when it comes time for them), and the herbs are either being nursed in pots or have not been bought yet. I swear, I could fill the entire sunny side of the yard and still not have everything I wanted to grow. | ||
| We also got the antique pansies and purple anemones in pots, and they're now lining the sunny side of the porch steps. I set the purple pansy and blue lobelia on one side of the walkway, and I've got this little "five-spot" (white with a purple spot on each flower leaf) flower on the other side. I may have to move that, though, as the hose gets dragged over that spot all the time. | ||
| It's so cute! I keep going outside and looking at it, wishing there was more to do right now. It rained all day today, and David called me at work, worried about our little plants. I was a bit worried, too, as it was coming down hard, and I wasn't at all sure that our garden was level (and would drain properly). When I came home, everything was a bit draggled, but ok. I put on my garden shoes and tromped around in the mud, fluffing spinach leaves out of the dirt and packing mud firmly around all the little roots. David called me after the Simpsons, eager to hear how the plants came through. I love that we're doing this together. | This is completely off the subject: I found my first silver hair today. I plucked out, (like you're supposed to right?) to show my coworkers, but promptly dropped it. It was silver for a few inches, until my dye job takes over (yes, I need to dye my hair again, but I'm waiting for Kellie's wedding). Am I old? I just wish it would streak silver and red. Sigh. | |
| My right shoulder is completely cramped up from using a mouse too much. I can't even make it level with the left, and sleeping is a painful affair. Hell, sitting up straight is a painful affair. I didn't touch a computer all day yesterday, and it certainly helped, but today, after a day of work (data entry-ugh) it's no better. Sigh. I need to buy one of those fancy trackball mouses that you move with your fingers only. That or a personal servant. | ||
| Which reminds me. Aron was bemoaning the fact that Sharon and I don't have high paying jobs. Then, he said, we could just pay him to clean and cook for us. I said, yes, that would be nice to have dinner waiting for me. Hrrmmm, what do I want tonight, Sharon mused. No! We had that two nights ago, I said, Aron, you always make what she wants...and I stormed into my room and slammed the door. You had to be there, I guess. | ||
| Ok, I'm leaving you alone now. 'Night night. |