Busy is an understatement as we race to accomplish as much as possible before Memorial Day. The bathroom renovations seem to be dragging on endlessly. A camper expressed interest in working on the tiling in exchange for rent.
I like barter, myself. Seems like a better way of commerce to me. Only problem is that he will only work for about 2 hours and then he quits. While it is true that he does good work ....... his productivity leaves a lot to be desired. At the rate he is going the bathrooms won't be done this year!
Nevermind, will just do them myself. My gardens might suffer, but one has to have priorities, right? Speaking of gardens, a kamper (not to be confused with a camper, campers spelled with a "k" are like family) brought a banana tree to me! It has to be dug up every fall and left dormant in a cool dry place, but to have my very own bananas, it will be worth the effort. So I planted the tree and watered it. I spoke loving words to the tree as I patted the dirt around the roots.
The very day I planted it, the forecast called for frost that night! So, there I was, in the dark, carefully shrouding my 5 and a half foot tree with sheets to protect it from Mother Nature and her tricky deeds. When I got up the next morning at Oscar's usual feeding time, I peeked out my bedroom window to see the tree dressed in her sheets, looking for all the world like a member of the KKK standing sentinel over my garden! Not my intention, since it is not Halloween.
Friday, April 24, 2015
Saturday, April 18, 2015
I Am Going To Get That Wascally Wabbit!
There he stands, shot gun at the ready. The battle with the muskrat is ongoing. Has been for about 5 years. The muskrats are a nuisance in a banked pond. They will burrow in the side, creating a hole and the water will seep out constantly onto the road. The erosion on the road has the be filled in quite frequently.
He once told me he had shot a muskrat, although he had no proof of that ........ He Who hunts muskrat has never shown proof. If I shot one I would get a net and get the little sucker out of the pond!
He was watching a video on line earlier today, trying to learn how to make "muskrat sounds" to lure the muskrat to the shore line and shoot it. Also setting traps ... homemade traps.
Am I the only one thinking about Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny?
He once told me he had shot a muskrat, although he had no proof of that ........ He Who hunts muskrat has never shown proof. If I shot one I would get a net and get the little sucker out of the pond!
He was watching a video on line earlier today, trying to learn how to make "muskrat sounds" to lure the muskrat to the shore line and shoot it. Also setting traps ... homemade traps.
Am I the only one thinking about Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny?
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Dandelions and On Time
Apparently the streamer of movies is not watching a movie, since I did not have to fight to get on-line.
So, here I sit happily two finger typing (much to the chagrin of my child) in a semi- drugged state. I had my colonoscopy/endoscopy this morning. I was the first patient and thought I should be somewhat clear headed by now. I was told to take it easy all day, no mowing of grass, sewing of garments, or cooking. I had a real good dose of Michael Jackson's sleep remedy. Not as much as he had, but this stuff must take awhile to escape one's system.
I was not told that I could not pull dandelions from the gardens, so I did that for a bit, but did not last long. Speaking of dandelions .....
While I prepared for my big event yesterday and was thoroughly indisposed, I heard a man's voice in the store talking to He Who still does not know how to take a reservation after 10 years. I was blatantly eaves-dropping as the man was telling him that our prices are too high. He says he would rather support the state parks, that he can stay there for only $11 a night (sleeping in the back of his truck). I was wondering why he stopped here if he was intending to go a mere mile further and stay.
I watched through the window as he went back to his truck. He did not get in the driver's seat, but opened the door to the passenger side and rummaged through a pile of what appeared to be laundry. Not folded or stacked in any manner, but just a big wad of stuff. I wondered if he might be looking to use my laundry.
I wasn't going to inquire, as I had a need to stay close to my facilities, having just gulped my first glass of Miralax and Gatorade. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would taste ...... but that was the first 8 oz. of 64. But I digress. Still in control of things to come I watched as he finally found what he was looking for. He took off his shirt and changed right there in the parking lot. I left my perch then and went on with the business of the day. I was afraid his pants would be next and I wasn't interested.
I was later told that upon arriving he admired all of my yellow flowers ....... the ones that were all in the fields of grass. The dandelions. God bless him for seeing them as a thing of beauty. After he did his quick change in the parking lot, he settled in the driver's seat and took full advantage of our free Wi-Fi before moving on to "support" the state park.
Oddly, I don't even care today. We got up at 4:30 to get there in time. There was no traffic to speak of and we were an hour early. The traffic picked up right after we exited the interstate. I really was the first person there. I got there before the staff did. I strive to never be late! I took two naps already and I am watching the clock, just waiting til bedtime.
So, here I sit happily two finger typing (much to the chagrin of my child) in a semi- drugged state. I had my colonoscopy/endoscopy this morning. I was the first patient and thought I should be somewhat clear headed by now. I was told to take it easy all day, no mowing of grass, sewing of garments, or cooking. I had a real good dose of Michael Jackson's sleep remedy. Not as much as he had, but this stuff must take awhile to escape one's system.
I was not told that I could not pull dandelions from the gardens, so I did that for a bit, but did not last long. Speaking of dandelions .....
While I prepared for my big event yesterday and was thoroughly indisposed, I heard a man's voice in the store talking to He Who still does not know how to take a reservation after 10 years. I was blatantly eaves-dropping as the man was telling him that our prices are too high. He says he would rather support the state parks, that he can stay there for only $11 a night (sleeping in the back of his truck). I was wondering why he stopped here if he was intending to go a mere mile further and stay.
I watched through the window as he went back to his truck. He did not get in the driver's seat, but opened the door to the passenger side and rummaged through a pile of what appeared to be laundry. Not folded or stacked in any manner, but just a big wad of stuff. I wondered if he might be looking to use my laundry.
I wasn't going to inquire, as I had a need to stay close to my facilities, having just gulped my first glass of Miralax and Gatorade. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would taste ...... but that was the first 8 oz. of 64. But I digress. Still in control of things to come I watched as he finally found what he was looking for. He took off his shirt and changed right there in the parking lot. I left my perch then and went on with the business of the day. I was afraid his pants would be next and I wasn't interested.
I was later told that upon arriving he admired all of my yellow flowers ....... the ones that were all in the fields of grass. The dandelions. God bless him for seeing them as a thing of beauty. After he did his quick change in the parking lot, he settled in the driver's seat and took full advantage of our free Wi-Fi before moving on to "support" the state park.
Oddly, I don't even care today. We got up at 4:30 to get there in time. There was no traffic to speak of and we were an hour early. The traffic picked up right after we exited the interstate. I really was the first person there. I got there before the staff did. I strive to never be late! I took two naps already and I am watching the clock, just waiting til bedtime.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Streaming Is Forbidden!
I don't remember getting so tired last year. I know I am getting older, but I can't seem to keep my eyes open much past 9:00. I was thinking it might be my Neurontin and I tried to wean myself, but ..... the pain makes me even more tired.
We had a few favorite kampers over for Easter dinner. I love to cook for people I love. We had a feast. Spiral cut brown sugar glazed ham, fresh asparagus spears wrapped in bacon and roasted, potato salad, and dinner rolls. Andrea brought her famous pineapple dressing, a grape salad and assorted tasty bites ...... as well as some Jello shots! Wine, too. Martha came with wine, as well and she provided the 3 cakes for dessert (Pepperidge Farm, my favorite!)
I had such a good time. I went to bed at 7:00 and slept until 7:00 Monday morning. You would think that I would be rested up, but as soon as the sun starts to drop in the sky, I start planning my escape to bed. I usually get up at 5 am when the low throated whine of my old boy, Oscar wakes me. He is always ready to eat then. They all go out, and the other three go back to bed with me until 7. Oscar is ready for more chow then. The day is a long one of whining and being declined for more food until 3 pm. He then naps until 5 when he starts whining again and hoping that a plate will fall from the table.
He follows my every step in my small kitchen. I stumble a lot as he waits for anything to drop from my hands. Doesn't matter what it is, potato peels, the end of a carrot, or a chunk of fruit, he will grab it and gnaw away with the few teeth he has left. If fortune is on his side, I will fry something and he will gleefully lick the floor by the stove. He is partial to bacon and pork chops. When I tuck my legs under the table to eat my meal, he insinuates himself between my feet, lest I forget he is there.
I love that old dog. He annoys the crap out of me sometimes, but I would miss him like crazy if he wasn't there at my feet, tripping me as I cooked.
Wait, I was telling you about my constant fatigue, then I got all sappy about my old dog. The internet continues to toy with my good will. I know that there must be someone here streaming a movie. Strictly forbidden, as it will knock everyone else off. That is what happens when you live in the middle of nowhere in the great state of Missouri(pronounced "misery"). My laptop is completely dead, won't even turn on. Dude, it's a Dell.
So, lest you think I have disappeared from the land of blog ...... I am reading and can even slip in a comment or two. I will be trolling my grounds looking for the streaming offender. In the meantime I take great pleasure in knowing that every time I have to schlep outside and physically reboot the system, I am knocking them off-line, too. I take my pleasures where I can get them!
We had a few favorite kampers over for Easter dinner. I love to cook for people I love. We had a feast. Spiral cut brown sugar glazed ham, fresh asparagus spears wrapped in bacon and roasted, potato salad, and dinner rolls. Andrea brought her famous pineapple dressing, a grape salad and assorted tasty bites ...... as well as some Jello shots! Wine, too. Martha came with wine, as well and she provided the 3 cakes for dessert (Pepperidge Farm, my favorite!)
I had such a good time. I went to bed at 7:00 and slept until 7:00 Monday morning. You would think that I would be rested up, but as soon as the sun starts to drop in the sky, I start planning my escape to bed. I usually get up at 5 am when the low throated whine of my old boy, Oscar wakes me. He is always ready to eat then. They all go out, and the other three go back to bed with me until 7. Oscar is ready for more chow then. The day is a long one of whining and being declined for more food until 3 pm. He then naps until 5 when he starts whining again and hoping that a plate will fall from the table.
He follows my every step in my small kitchen. I stumble a lot as he waits for anything to drop from my hands. Doesn't matter what it is, potato peels, the end of a carrot, or a chunk of fruit, he will grab it and gnaw away with the few teeth he has left. If fortune is on his side, I will fry something and he will gleefully lick the floor by the stove. He is partial to bacon and pork chops. When I tuck my legs under the table to eat my meal, he insinuates himself between my feet, lest I forget he is there.
I love that old dog. He annoys the crap out of me sometimes, but I would miss him like crazy if he wasn't there at my feet, tripping me as I cooked.
Wait, I was telling you about my constant fatigue, then I got all sappy about my old dog. The internet continues to toy with my good will. I know that there must be someone here streaming a movie. Strictly forbidden, as it will knock everyone else off. That is what happens when you live in the middle of nowhere in the great state of Missouri(pronounced "misery"). My laptop is completely dead, won't even turn on. Dude, it's a Dell.
So, lest you think I have disappeared from the land of blog ...... I am reading and can even slip in a comment or two. I will be trolling my grounds looking for the streaming offender. In the meantime I take great pleasure in knowing that every time I have to schlep outside and physically reboot the system, I am knocking them off-line, too. I take my pleasures where I can get them!
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
April's Fool
It was 14 years ago today. There I sat chatting with my daughter-in-law on the phone. I had exhausted the cordless handset and had to switch to the corded one. I was waiting for He Who was asleep to get up and come downstairs. We had a hockey game to go to. My grandson/son Dan was playing Spring Hockey to hone his skills and had a game that afternoon.
I was all set with the hockey gear all packed up in his bag. At that age (10), the mom does a lot of washing and packing up of gear. Not to mention shopping for new skates as the foot seems to jump a size every month, then hauling skates in to be sharpened, etc. I was keeping an eye on the time, so as not to be late.
I was positioned in the kitchen so that I could see the stairs leading up to our bedrooms and I looked up as He Who was now awake stood at the top of the stairs looking at me. He said, "Call 911, I am having a heart attack." He was quite calm and I told him that I knew it was April 1st and I was not falling for his joke. "I am not kidding." he said and I looked closer. His face was gray. He said he was going to get an aspirin and get dressed.
My daughter-in-law could hear all this and said she would send Jeff (our son) to the hospital we would be going to. I hung up and dialed 911. I gave them my address and told them my husband was having chest pains and thought he was having a heart attack. "Is he breathing?" I could not see him, as he had gone back upstairs to get the aspirin and dress. I relayed this and she told me to stay on the line and go see for myself. I dumbly told her that I was on a corded phone, then said, "Dan, go see if Dad is breathing!"
I was not thinking clearly, obviously. The ambulance arrived, followed by a fire engine and two police cars, filling our cul-de-sac with all the vehicles. So many people came in our house it looked like we having a huge party. One rather large woman with a red face grabbed me by my shoulders and shouted into my face, "Calm down!!" I have never understood that part. My husband was sitting on the sofa as they checked his vital signs and I was merely standing in the doorway of my kitchen watching and staying out of the way. He was in pain, but not in obvious distress. I think of her from time to time and wish I had told her that she needed some breath mints .....
He did have a heart attack and had some stents placed in his heart. We don't do April Fools anymore. He Whose heart I love does not find April Fools jokes funny. Neither do I.
I was all set with the hockey gear all packed up in his bag. At that age (10), the mom does a lot of washing and packing up of gear. Not to mention shopping for new skates as the foot seems to jump a size every month, then hauling skates in to be sharpened, etc. I was keeping an eye on the time, so as not to be late.
I was positioned in the kitchen so that I could see the stairs leading up to our bedrooms and I looked up as He Who was now awake stood at the top of the stairs looking at me. He said, "Call 911, I am having a heart attack." He was quite calm and I told him that I knew it was April 1st and I was not falling for his joke. "I am not kidding." he said and I looked closer. His face was gray. He said he was going to get an aspirin and get dressed.
My daughter-in-law could hear all this and said she would send Jeff (our son) to the hospital we would be going to. I hung up and dialed 911. I gave them my address and told them my husband was having chest pains and thought he was having a heart attack. "Is he breathing?" I could not see him, as he had gone back upstairs to get the aspirin and dress. I relayed this and she told me to stay on the line and go see for myself. I dumbly told her that I was on a corded phone, then said, "Dan, go see if Dad is breathing!"
I was not thinking clearly, obviously. The ambulance arrived, followed by a fire engine and two police cars, filling our cul-de-sac with all the vehicles. So many people came in our house it looked like we having a huge party. One rather large woman with a red face grabbed me by my shoulders and shouted into my face, "Calm down!!" I have never understood that part. My husband was sitting on the sofa as they checked his vital signs and I was merely standing in the doorway of my kitchen watching and staying out of the way. He was in pain, but not in obvious distress. I think of her from time to time and wish I had told her that she needed some breath mints .....
He did have a heart attack and had some stents placed in his heart. We don't do April Fools anymore. He Whose heart I love does not find April Fools jokes funny. Neither do I.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Calamity Jim Must Be His Name
My Wi-Fi has been a pain all week. Keeps knocking me off. Can't comment, sometimes can't even read an entire post.....
Woke this morning to a howling wind. Stumbled around letting dogs out and a cat in. Fed the hungry crowd while the coffee brewed, then made my way to the office. Just in time to see an Airstream leaving. I did not check in an Airstream last night, so I check the drop box for a registration and find none. Nice. They stayed for free. This is not a good way to start the day!!
Yesterday was not any better. I had good intentions when I entered my sewing room. I was going to sort all the pieces of fabric I had on my cutting table and give the room a good cleaning. Instead I hunted through my old patterns for doll clothes and made a dress for an orphan doll I found in a thrift store. She was there on a clearance table for only $3. Naked and abandoned. She was clean and had good hair. I paused there and thought that if I did not rescue her she was bound for the landfill!!! Her eye caught mine and, as they say, the rest is history.
She was staring at me beseechingly from my cutting table. In need of clothes and lonely. I know just the little girl for her. My Jailynn will turn 6 very soon. Lucy (sorry, I couldn't wait to name her) will have a marvelous life with my great granddaughter. Before she travels, she will need a wardrobe!! First I made a fetching little print dress with lace on the collar and I was putting the elastic one her panties when a lady presented herself at the check-in counter.
She was in a car and wanted to procure a site for the evening. Her husband was somewhere on the road behind her. We completed the transaction and I assigned a site on the map. When her husband pulled in and stopped in front of the office, he was directly in my blind spot. I did not see just how tall his rig was (this is G rated!).
The site I assigned has electrical wires that cross over-head from pole to pole. These wires supply that side of my park with power ..... So, okay I should not have assigned that site to that particular rig. I confess that my mind was cataloging the fabric stash, searching for another outfit for Lucy and planning dinner. I am a multi-tasker ..... on drugs!! Although I have become accustomed to the meds for the neuropathy, my mind is not as sharp as it used to be.
But ......... one would think that the driver of the rig would have seen the obstacle he was facing and NOT pull in to that site, knowing that he would hit the wires. He pulled in and caught the wires on his air conditioner atop the rig ....... and although he felt the resistance, he plowed forward and not only did he pop that live wire, HE PULLED THE POLE DOWN!
He then called his wife (still in the office) to tell her he "was stuck in some wires". As she repeated this I realized what I had done. I sent help to get him out of the wires, thinking he had merely hit them and they were stuck on something and he needed to remove them to back out. I was wrong. The wife had a look of pure panic on her face as she said she needed to help him and I can only assume there must be a reason she is leading the way in her car, while he drives the truck pulling the 5th wheel.
The helper later reported that the driver was on top of his rig pulling at the live wire. When he was cautioned to wait for help, he replied, "It's broke now, so it's dead." My helper stood back at a safe distance, waiting for someone with the knowledge of electricity came.
Of course, He Who is an electrician (of sorts) is not here. He is on the road with more materials for the bathroom remodel. He does not respond with any words I can repeat here when I reach him and fill him in. He is only 15 minutes away and dumps the trailer, then head down to the site to see the damage.
In the meantime our driver, who is unafraid of live wires carrying enough electricity to power up one side of the park, has disengaged his rig and after some tree trimming has managed to back out and go to another site. He chooses one that has electricity and seems unfathomed by the chaos in his wake. After all I assigned the site, didn't I?
He Who is not at all happy, has to drive back to same store he came from to acquire the necessary parts to temporarily fix the wires to get power to the campers left in the dark (so to speak). He got back and fixed it and ate his lukewarm dinner at around 8:00. Today he will have to look at the downed pole and determine what he needs to reset it. It will definitely involve the renting of some heavy equipment. The stay cost them $30 ..... our cost is yet to be determined, but the couplers he bought last night were around $70.
We are not getting rich here. Unfortunately for me, I have to admit that this adventure (owning a campground) was my idea. What was I thinking???
I will confess that, just now, as I watched the Calamity Rig leaving, it brought me a good deal of pleasure to see that air conditioner sits askew atop the rig. A modicum of justice?
Woke this morning to a howling wind. Stumbled around letting dogs out and a cat in. Fed the hungry crowd while the coffee brewed, then made my way to the office. Just in time to see an Airstream leaving. I did not check in an Airstream last night, so I check the drop box for a registration and find none. Nice. They stayed for free. This is not a good way to start the day!!
Yesterday was not any better. I had good intentions when I entered my sewing room. I was going to sort all the pieces of fabric I had on my cutting table and give the room a good cleaning. Instead I hunted through my old patterns for doll clothes and made a dress for an orphan doll I found in a thrift store. She was there on a clearance table for only $3. Naked and abandoned. She was clean and had good hair. I paused there and thought that if I did not rescue her she was bound for the landfill!!! Her eye caught mine and, as they say, the rest is history.
She was staring at me beseechingly from my cutting table. In need of clothes and lonely. I know just the little girl for her. My Jailynn will turn 6 very soon. Lucy (sorry, I couldn't wait to name her) will have a marvelous life with my great granddaughter. Before she travels, she will need a wardrobe!! First I made a fetching little print dress with lace on the collar and I was putting the elastic one her panties when a lady presented herself at the check-in counter.
She was in a car and wanted to procure a site for the evening. Her husband was somewhere on the road behind her. We completed the transaction and I assigned a site on the map. When her husband pulled in and stopped in front of the office, he was directly in my blind spot. I did not see just how tall his rig was (this is G rated!).
The site I assigned has electrical wires that cross over-head from pole to pole. These wires supply that side of my park with power ..... So, okay I should not have assigned that site to that particular rig. I confess that my mind was cataloging the fabric stash, searching for another outfit for Lucy and planning dinner. I am a multi-tasker ..... on drugs!! Although I have become accustomed to the meds for the neuropathy, my mind is not as sharp as it used to be.
But ......... one would think that the driver of the rig would have seen the obstacle he was facing and NOT pull in to that site, knowing that he would hit the wires. He pulled in and caught the wires on his air conditioner atop the rig ....... and although he felt the resistance, he plowed forward and not only did he pop that live wire, HE PULLED THE POLE DOWN!
He then called his wife (still in the office) to tell her he "was stuck in some wires". As she repeated this I realized what I had done. I sent help to get him out of the wires, thinking he had merely hit them and they were stuck on something and he needed to remove them to back out. I was wrong. The wife had a look of pure panic on her face as she said she needed to help him and I can only assume there must be a reason she is leading the way in her car, while he drives the truck pulling the 5th wheel.
The helper later reported that the driver was on top of his rig pulling at the live wire. When he was cautioned to wait for help, he replied, "It's broke now, so it's dead." My helper stood back at a safe distance, waiting for someone with the knowledge of electricity came.
Of course, He Who is an electrician (of sorts) is not here. He is on the road with more materials for the bathroom remodel. He does not respond with any words I can repeat here when I reach him and fill him in. He is only 15 minutes away and dumps the trailer, then head down to the site to see the damage.
In the meantime our driver, who is unafraid of live wires carrying enough electricity to power up one side of the park, has disengaged his rig and after some tree trimming has managed to back out and go to another site. He chooses one that has electricity and seems unfathomed by the chaos in his wake. After all I assigned the site, didn't I?
He Who is not at all happy, has to drive back to same store he came from to acquire the necessary parts to temporarily fix the wires to get power to the campers left in the dark (so to speak). He got back and fixed it and ate his lukewarm dinner at around 8:00. Today he will have to look at the downed pole and determine what he needs to reset it. It will definitely involve the renting of some heavy equipment. The stay cost them $30 ..... our cost is yet to be determined, but the couplers he bought last night were around $70.
We are not getting rich here. Unfortunately for me, I have to admit that this adventure (owning a campground) was my idea. What was I thinking???
I will confess that, just now, as I watched the Calamity Rig leaving, it brought me a good deal of pleasure to see that air conditioner sits askew atop the rig. A modicum of justice?
Monday, March 23, 2015
Clever?
Every Spring I bemoan my aching muscles. After my sedentary winter I have to get used to all the physical activity. You would think I would pace myself and start out slowly ........ but, have you ever pulled just one weed? Like potato chips, you cannot stop at one. I always tell myself I will clean just one garden bed at a time, but when I finish one I look over at the other and think I should do just one more, because the clean bed makes the other one look bad. Like painting one room in your house. Then I decide that I have done the center garden and the left garden and surely I should get that garden on the right, balance and all that.
I wake with the sun, despite the room darkening shade I installed. I then feel compelled to work outside until the light begins to fade. That is when I stumble inside and realize that I will have to make something for dinner. Rock soup sounds good to me. Dinner finally ends and I give the kitchen a lick and promise to do better tomorrow (only if it rains and I can't go out to play). I remember to unload the dryer and fold the meager pile of laundry. A scalding hot shower makes me sleepy. But, it is too early for bed.
Too early for who? Really, I am going to bed as soon as I tell you about my latest project gone awry ......... You know those big plastic plates with a clear dome on top that hold sheet cakes for birthdays and such? I found one that I had saved. Don't remember why I saved it, but I had an epiphany! I long for a green house to start seedlings. I even printed off directions on making one out of plastic water bottles and presented the plans to He Who hates epiphanies. He snorted when he saw it and asked me just how tacky I wanted the place to look.
I reminded him that nothing I could do would ever exceed the sheer horror of his "barn". The more I thought about the plastic bottle green house, though, the more I decided against such a structure. My decision has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that He Who forbade me to try to build one. We all know that if I wanted to I would construct it and put it in the front yard. I realized that the strong winds here would be a big problem.
That is why I decided the cake pan would make an excellent green house! I buy my eggs by the flat. The crates are cardboard and one 30 egg crate and one 18 egg crate fit perfectly on the bottom. I figured the seedlings would be a breeze to transplant in the garden, since I could plant the container as well as the seedling. I prepared my potting soil. I filled several diapers with as much water as they could hold, then tore all the covering away and mixed the little water holding bubbles in the soil.
I was really feeling so clever! I got all my seed packets that I had carefully saved after gathering seed from last years crop. I am so thrifty and ingenious! But, alas, I seem to have forgotten where I stashed all those popsicle sticks I saved every time I saw one. I searched for a bit, then gave up.
I noticed that I had way more plastic knives than spoons and forks. I had already encouraged every one to use them as coffee stirrers to regain balance and order. I have to admit it was bugging me a bit. I was inspired to use them as plant markers!! I nearly dislocated my shoulder patting myself on the back. I grabbed a Sharpie (I thought it was a Sharpie ....) and went to work.
I carefully placed seed in my moisture imbedded soil and marked the knife and stuck it in place. Yesterday I took my "green house" out to bask in the sun. When I brought it in the moisture on the clear dome prevented me from seeing the tiny green shoots of life pushing up out of their piece of soil. This morning I grabbed it and placed it in the sun again as I gathered my tools to start my day.
I hear the temperature will plunge to 27 tonight, so I am diligent as I bring my tomatoes and my green house in. I decide to check on the progress and lift the lid. There they are 48 little green things poking out of the little egg crates. What did I plant? I HAVE NO IDEA. 'Twas not a Sharpie in my hand, but an inferior marker. The moisture washed the names away. I will have to wait until they grow some more and hope that I recognize them! Seems I am not so clever after all.
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