Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Slow Wednesday

My Cape Primrose continues to delight.  I bought a second plant last weekend and it also seems to be thriving in the glow of the "twirly" energy saving bulb in the table lamp overhead.  The second plant has pale blue and yellow flowers.  Not very interesting.  I should have purchased the white with dark blue veins.  G likes yellow so I was thinking of him and not of how dull the combo was. Next time I choose it will be "all about ME".

I have been awake for 90 minutes and the internet has been "off line" all that time.  My life is such a pattern that I was quite beside myself when I couldn't read the NYTimes while sipping coffee and chewing on cereal.   I had to get my news the old fashioned way--the newspapers.  Only a local paper, but it still had "news" so I read it.  Then decide to try once more to fire up the internet.  I felt like I had won the lottery when Google opened.  Yay!!!

Our new Governor continues to "shock and amaze"' Mainers with his utter stupidity.  Tea Party all the way.  He has removed the 2008 mural in tribute to labor that was in the State House, rescinded environmental laws passed in the past 20 years, unfunded public services and has called protesters "idiots who make me laugh".  My neighbor said we had nothing to fear with his election.  I think she may be sorry to have said that now.

I was SO exhausted yesterday after working 6 days straight.  I was helping a coworker alphabetize the seeds in one of the display racks (take all seeds out and start over) when I realized I could not get up off my knees without help.  It was near the end of a long day, but still, it hurt my pride just a bit.  It's bad enough that one of the guys calls me "granny".

Riley had a very busy set of days starting on Sunday and I think he is relieved to be able to sleep this morning.  I will do my Pilates after my breakfast is digested.  I appreciated the slow start to the day myself.  I have eggplant to prepare for my dinner and chicken and portobello mushrooms for G's dinner. The laundry is all washed and I just need to dry and fold and iron.  My daughter is coming over later.  She called just as I typed the period at the end of that sentence.  So, sooner not later.  Better get out of my jammies.

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