Quiet Weekend

80°f/26.7°C already, and it's only noon. Humid as can be after a showery day yesterday, then thunderstorms last night. 

So thankful for rain! At last, it was enough to get the gardens well-soaked. You can almost see the plants growing. A half-inch of good rain is a real blessing.

It has been such a busy week that I have had little time to even think about what to write. Friday we worked hard in the gardens and yard. We put down cardboard and spread all the grass clippings mulch we picked up Thursday evening.  I took a fall while we were getting that, didn't really hurt myself except for soreness, but I could not get up! That new knee would not bend enough for me to get the leverage I needed.  Very annoying. Our friend Glenn got a stepstool and I got up easily enough then. But good grief, I can't carry a stepstool everywhere. So I will call my doctor and see about physical therapy so I can find an alternative way to get up. That should be fun.  Not. 

Poor Glenn was so worried I was hurt or had broken a bone. I told him God built me well-padded for a reason. Larry, on the other hand, was more concerned about whether it was his fault--- which it was, because he had, for no good reason, taken the truck way up the hill, so Glenn and I had to walk up, and I stepped in a hole. That's my man, self-defensive first and always, even though no one blamed him. But my strong bones stood me in good stead, again. This was the first time i have actually knelt on that knee, and it wasn't too bad, since it was on soft grass. Didn't even get a bruise!

I finished planting the herb garden Friday evening, so now I just need to finish mulching it. I added more rosemary and lavender, along with French tarragon, more parsley, some anise hyssop, borage, and one that had no tag and I can't recall what it is. 

Yesterday I took it easy. I went to our Ravenswood booth and had a good visit with Leah, the owner, who is facing brain surgery for an aneurism next week. She is scared, of course. It has been a rough year for her: first that weird infection last summer that almost killed her and took 5 months for recovery, then a small heart attack that required surgery to repair an artery, then last week her beloved dog died, and now this. Please keep her in your thoughts, and prayers if you pray. 

I did a good booth tidying,  which was needed since a cabinet and a table had sold, along with a few other large items. I hadn't brought in anything, so could just focus on rearranging. A stop at a thrift, the grocery store, and to pick up another cabinet, a rustic thing that will need sanding and new shelves, but for $5.00? Yes please. And that was pretty much my day. 

Today? Well, very slow again! Just too hot and humid too fast, after being so cool for weeks. I made a big brunch of leftover waffles, blueberry syrup, sausage and eggs, coffee, and tomato juice. That will hold us til dinnertime!  I also finally rearranged my hot weather/cold weather clothes, and we moved the old iron bed I won at the auction into my workroom.  I thought it was a steal for $4.00. 

It needs one brass ball replaced which I can get on ebay, and just a good cleaning. I hope that this winter I will have that room cleared out enough to also add a dresser.  It will still be my ebay storage and workroom, but having the extra bed will be nice. (The tall mirror with the gold frame was an auction buy too).

Another thing from the auction was kinda funny: an Irobot roomba vacuum. I got it for $8, and felt pretty sure it wouldn't work, even though it was in the original box with all the papers, etc. But it works great (so far), and vacuumed the whole house this morning. I feel spoiled.

Tomorrow I will be up early, getting done what I can before it gets hot again. The rhythm of our lives will shift to summer mode, outside work in the mornings and evenings, inside in the afternoons. Last week we had a firepit every evening, but I think that might not happen again until things cool off mid-week. 

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