If you’re “country folk” like me, you’ll understand this completely.
Thanks once again to my friend Bruce for providing content for today’s post.
Maybe Rick should have this hanging in his computer shop. It might save him some time in explaining things to some of his customers.
I’m still AWOL. Or maybe MIA. I might even be ROTFLMAO.
Whatever I am, it certainly isn’t completing everything I wanted to this week. Oh, I’ve accomplished most of everything on my *outdoors* list, but I still have one more thing to do: plant the Sweet Peas. I don’t know why I’m procrastinating this. It’s an easy enough job.
– Dig hole
– Drop seed
– Cover with dirt
– Water
– Repeat
So what am I waiting for? Meh, I don’t know. Maybe I’m waiting for some sort of inspiration to kick me in the fanny and boot me out the door. Does inspiration do that? Maybe I’m supposed to look for it in order to grab onto it. It must be outside because it certainly isn’t anywhere by my computer.
Could that little bug on that leaf be my inspiration? You know, like Jiminy Cricket was Pinocchio’s conscious? That would be so cool! I’d name him George, and hug him and squeeze him and pull his little tail… oh, wait a minute, wrong cartoon.
OK, I need to get away from this computer for a while.
Hopefully I’ll be able to get out of this funk over the weekend and back to my old witty posts come Monday.
Wish me luck and have a great weekend!
I know that I said that I was going to be AWOL for a couple days (and I am) but I just had a realization that I had to share.
And that is those guys on Storm Chasers are C R A Z Y!! I was relaxing after slaving the day at work/transplanting plants/watching them slump over from shock/emptying the dishwasher/reloading the dishwasher/leveling out the rest of the fill in the “new” gardens and I looked up to the TV (which has the Weather Channel as my *background noise*) and saw these wild tornadoes and those dudes exclaiming how awesome they were.
Yes, tornadoes are awesome. When you are a hundred miles away from them tucked safely in a storm shelter or basement. NOT 500 feet from a death storm that is causing total destruction to the world and getting close to ending your life.
I remember when I was little and the sirens would blare that there was a tornado warning. Mom would usher us little ones to the basement and get us all comfy with books and such to keep our minds of the possibility that the world as we knew it could be gone any minute. Once we were distracted (or so she thought) she would go back up the stairs to see if the storm had hit yet.
Umm, helllloooo, your supposed to be down here with us cowering like a little baby and praying to a higher power, remember? So, if a tornado hit, we were going to be orphans because you couldn’t bear to be down in the safety of the basement with us? You had to see where the storm was at? That is what radios and TV are for, Superwoman!
Maybe she was waiting to see where our Dad was at, which was probably still in the field on the combine watching the twister from hell and going “Hmmm…. looks like it’s heading toward our house. Glad I’m not there.”
Obviously my parents did not set a good example for us kids, because I did the same shit when my kids were little. Only I would make sure that Rick was down in the basement with them so that they would have at least one parent left behind to raise them.
So when somebody says “Won’t you please think of the children,” I can say “Yes, I did.”
Sorry I’ve been gone for a couple days, and I’ll probably be AWOL for a couple more.
The weekend and the next few days are bringing some beautiful weather to the Northwoods, and as the saying goes “Make hay while the sun shines.” And that is what I have been and will be doing.
Saturday and Sunday were spent cleaning out the big flower garden and the rock garden of all the leaves and debris from last fall. My Vinca and Lamium are happy to be rid of all the leaves and branches now. They took a little beating as I tried to tame them back, but they’re tough plants and have already bounced back to their pink and purple glory.
Today was a whirlwind of activity with the afternoon spent rearranging the vegetable garden. A certain someone in the house (cough… Rick) wanted me to have more space for all the plants that are coming up in the greenhouse. So instead of 5 geometric beds, I now have a garden that looks like 2 pieces of a Tetris game. This involved moving countless logs and a buttload of dirt, which bears the question if I will be able to move tomorrow at all.
After work the next couple days (assuming my body is not one big sore muscle) I’ll be planting Sweet Peas and transplanting cucumber plants into larger containers (I lead such an exciting life).
In between all of this joy, I’ll try to find time to throw together some coherent posts just to let you know I’m still alive and kicking (hopefully).
As I was purusing Facebook the other day, I came across something from the Backyard Diva (this woman has some great stuff!) that caught my attention:
Bedtime reading for my grandkids! What a great way to get the little ones involved!
Maybe I’ll just go with a shirt. This bunch looks pretty much what I have to put up with.