My gardening this morning and early afternoon went quite well. I removed weeds from 2.5 beds (G helped with the other .5 on Sunday). I dumped two full wheelbarrow in the woods (my own) and have a very full barrow waiting for G plus an overflowing weed bucket.
I now have cabbages (12), lettuces (12), beet tape (40 beets) in one bed. In the second, I have Arugula (12) and Mesclun (6) sprinkled with radish seeds. I gave up on the gardening due to several (12?) gigantic mosquito bites which are now giant and swollen and red and itchy. I washed off in the kitchen sink, threw on a work shirt and drove to the library for books but ended up with books and a bag of used clothing I had given one of the library staff (and she was returning to me--wool pants I had been looking for this winter) Next stop was the grocery and I had an intuitive thought and raised the car windows (Riley stayed inside the car) and what a good thing that was as the sky opened while I was inside and dumped rain on the car. Riley wouldn't like that.
Now, G is home and Riley is retrieving a blue rubber bone for treats. A new trick. A new way to exercise a dog that didn't get his walk. And I am in here due to the large quantity of mosquitos in the yard. Time for Riley's dinner and for ours. A good day.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. But then I saw the mailman delivering mail to the same houses, day after day. He probably doesn't want to go to work either some days. Or the person collecting shopping carts in the rain. Or the guy cutting grass. Lots of jobs aren't all the much fun to do over and over and over again. Mine is beginning to seem tedious with lunch time being the highpoint. Until it's time to go home. That's quite a thrill each day, sad but true.