Sunday, September 09, 2007
See that mess? See that almost empty planting bed with the clump of peppermint amaryllissssy stuff? I was going to separate the clump to spread the bulbs out a bit, but it turned into a monumental job. The English Dogwood had taken over the bed with it's running root system so I had to pull huge amounts of it out.
Then I noticed the lattice was pushed in, thanks to two lazy large dogs that like to lay in the cool dirt. So that had to be dealt with ... sigh.
I did find some artifacts. Here's a boingly bouncey dog toy from the days when the "puppies" really were puppies. Flounder still likes to carry things around, but nobody is actually chasing balls anymore.
Never buy one of those cool looking coiled hoses. They seem like a good idea.
"Wow! A 25 foot hose that stores itself! Cool!"
The first time you use them is the last time they coil themselves back into a neat slinky-like spring. Notice the REAL hose dangling over the dumb Gordian knot coil hose.
That's the one we use.
Yes, I know I should take the coilless one down.
Flounder appreciated all the freshly cleared dirt and returned to lay in it and press against the lattice I had just restored.
Feather could not be bothered to move from ther lair beneath the stairs. She stayed there even when the water from irrigating the newly planted bulbs flowed all around her. The mud it carried left a Feather shaped impression when she got up for her supper later.
I also finally took down the icicle lights that had hung over the bedroom bay window since ... um ... last Christmas.
We are so white trash sometimes ...
The mornings and evenings have been wonderfully Septembery this week. It probably would seem sweltering to a nonFloridian, but the air is different even though it's still 90 degrees now at 7:46 pm. It's hard to describe and of course, it's all relative.
We had a visit from Emma due to the fact that she became ill this week at college and needed to see our doctor. She was pretty sick with an abcess on her tonsils that everyone who peered in her throat described as "scary-lookin".
I passed and took their word for it. We enjoyed babying her and feeding her real food, although for the first day all she could eat was hot soup due to her throat. We did get to sit with her last night and watch underdog USF whip the tight shiny uniform pants off mighty Auburn University.
AMAZING! Even I, the nonsportanian was mesmerized by this David vs. Goliath battle.
Emma's back at USF now with orders to rest and take it easy between classes. It's tough to have your baby get sick when she's away from home.
Now, it's 8:11 and I'm bushed. There's some papers that need to be graded in my briefcase, but I'm feeling a lack of ambition at the moment.
I think I hear my novel calling me.