I had thought about sending this out to the neighbors on my street with an added line--
Bring your own chair. And mask. And your own beverages. And snacks.
Nothing can be shared.
Today was a day to get things done. I get like that after a few days or weeks of doing nothing.
I emptied the fridge of all things expired. Mainly purchased in March and April.
So, the get things done was more like months overdue.
I watered the fenced garden for over an hour after breakfast.
Watered the tomatoes and have the sprinklers on the Peaches as I type.
Yesterday we mowed the lawn. And then took long showers.
The yard looks lovely.
I could do laundry but why not save it for tomorrow??
I ruined the cherry pit cloth by adding too many things to it- Setacolor for one.
Now it isn't a good choice for the squares borders.
Obviously I need to read the Setacolor instructions. Add water. More water.
In the fridge cleanout I found the last remaining Noosa yogurt. lemon.
I don't like lemon. So I scooped out everything BUT the lemon sauce
and topped the yogurt with a slice of the strawberry rhubarb pie- another disappointment-
the rhubarb in the pie is still crunchy. Like seriously uncooked.
And the pie crust is underwhelmingly bland and overbaked.
How did that happen?
I put drops in my eyes. Argued with husband.
He likes to order meds online and I do it with the phone. No password needed.
He had forgotten the password, changed it, forgotten that one.
I ordered on the phone. Pharmacy will call his doctor.
He had just been to see his doctor and I wonder why they didn't see he needed a new script.
He couldn't find label- I said because it's pasted to wall by the phone.
Am I doing this wrong? This taking care of things?
I felt like pounding my forehead on the wall.
2 comments:
Your husband is lucky he has you.
You aren't doing things wrong. Not at all. This is just how it goes. Sending a virtual hug.
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