Monday Morning Rain

I can't believe it took me so long to figure out how to crop my pictures. Now I download and click edit and see just how blurry most of my pictures are and delete them. sometimes there is a picture or two I can then crop for the blog. The color here isn't as deeply Sonic Purple as the actual flower. BUT, you can see the rain can't you?

We have an additional roof leak. One on the sunporch, one in the chimney (never did decide to take it down) and now one next to the skylight. I have small bowls on the floor catching the ping, ping, ping of water as it falls from the sky, runs through the shingles and into the house.

I have the house lights on this morning. So dreary. I managed to fill and plant the stoop planters, fill the large gray pedestal planter will soil and plant my Elephant Ears bulb, plant the smaller black pedestal pot with lime coleus and a Verbena bonariensis before the rain started yesterday. I also finished reading my book. Chick Lit. Okay, but it could have used some editing to make it better. They don't edit books anymore do they. Or they let the author edit the book, which is the same as not editing.

Today is my final day off before the long work week begins. I can feel myself falling into a pattern of not getting much done again. I was all fired up for a week or so there after Ohio, but now, not so eager to get things done. My daughter and I have checks to write for the estate taxes and then that can be mailed back to my dad's attorney. I still need to fill in all the blanks on the annuity paperwork. Fear of making a mistake. I got a check from the Maine Revenue Office. Guess I made a whopper of a mistake on the 2008 return. Big check. Self Doubt. My friend P suggests I get a tax person to do my returns from now on. This may be one of those "signs of aging" that I have to acknowledge.

Today: the library to return three books and pick up two; the grocery store for a few items and some fruit, hummus, carrots and lettuce for my work lunches; a walk with Riley; pay bills that are stacked in a large pile on the table and balance the checkbook. Reheated lasagna for dinner so no worries about cooking today.

Today isn't the kind of day when you want to be home. Too tempting to just curl up on the couch with a quilt and watch crappy television all afternoon. Better to be at work. Picking dead flowers and leaves off of plants. NOT.