No Power

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The power went off about 12:30p yesterday and didn’t come back on until sometime around 4p. So no writing got done and everything’s delayed two days thanks to Father’s Day prep. Look for worst and best boss characteristics on or before Wednesday.

Meanwhile, it was SO hot outside, the dogs had to come in. They’ve been sleeping in the house at night and to facilitate our rest and theirs, we bought them new beds with zip-off covers for washing. But would they get in the new beds? They would not.

But yesterday seemed to be the tipping point. Here’s Loki comfy in his new bed.

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And here’s Juno, ditto. The cat in the back is Fat Boy, who thinks he’s a dog.

 

This Year’s First Daylily

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Ta-Da …

I went a little crazy last year and bought a gazillion different daylily hybrids. Honestly, I don’t remember how many different kinds.

When I planted them, I carefully made a label for each, using plastic markers and permanent ink. Sad to say, the ink disappeared and something ate most of the markers.

So I don’t know most of the names. It’s sad to think I’ll have to go through the summer, showing you all these great daylilies without identification.

Coming face-to-face with this glitch in my garden design seems to have made me remember my working days. I’ve been dreaming of my four most memorable bosses–and since I dream only nightmares, not in a good way.

Gotta get these four out of my head! So instead of flower names, I’ll say more in subsequent posts about my one stupendous and three dreadful bosses. No names, of course.

Unanticipated Consequences

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Back in the days when I thought gardening required nothing more than design, water, and weeding, I planned a red garden. Composed of red lilies and daylilies, red columbines, a couple different red clematis, and red geraniums, I looked forward–that first year–to brilliantly red blooms.

The joke was on me. The red lilies–as seen in the photo–bloomed an orange-red. The daylilies bloomed a wine-red. The columbine didn’t bloom at all. The clematis bloomed a rich purple-blue.

Only the geraniums were red.

Oddly enough, after five years, I like this garden better. It’s full of surprises. Not what I’d planned, but good.

 

Sixty Days Without Face Book

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Today, May 31, started with another thunder storm. After almost an inch of much-needed rain, it’s time to get out and weed.

But first, some thoughts on the 60-day mark.

I miss my friends. After much thought, this is only reason to reactivate my Face Book account. Without it, I’m not able to keep up with the hundred or so people that live far away and have busy lives.

When I was about 12, I had a pen pal in St. Louis and another in France. Both were girls about my age. We corresponded by writing letters—snail mail—and after a couple of years, lost touch. We just got out of the habit of writing. Too bad. I enjoyed knowing them and discovering how their lives differed from mine. If we’d had Face Book back then, would we still know each other? Maybe.

Because Face Book is good for keeping up with friends and family. If only it didn’t have the ads, the political rants, the bots trying to tell us what to think, the creepy friend requests from guys I don’t know, the bullies pretending to be friends….

I need to spend the next 30 days weighing pros and cons. 

 

 

 

Who Should I Be Today?

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Last year, I took on the Ray Bradbury challenge to write 52 short stories in a year.  I fell a bit short, only writing 32 and most were bad. But I had a handful of not-half-bad stories, and three that seemed good.

One of the things I learned along the way was how to be another person. Never mind that I’m a–well let’s call it ‘senior’–female. I could be an out-of-work 30 year old male, a mean and murderous female school teacher, a male retiree bent on revenge … you get the picture.

Weeding the mermaid garden this morning, I wondered what it would be like to sing songs  to destroy men and ships.