Saturday: Exhausted

I thought I would have a picture for you but forgot I had the camera at work with me.  And what would I have taken a picture of?  The heat?  Watering the greenhouse?  Being hot?  Being bored to death?  Waiting for the hands on the clock to move so I could finally EAT my lunch?  When it was lunchtime, I had three repots in a row--like jumbo jets waiting for take off, after hours of nothing.  Lunch actually was eaten at 1 pm.

The baskets I planted up to "sell" on Thursday: sold.  Really, I was thrilled.  The ones that sold were the $49 ones and they had a very French feel to them.  So, I got to make more today.  Slim pickings in the plant materials so they weren't as gorgeous as usual.  Creative? Yes, there is nothing like limited supplies to make one see things in a new light.  I planted a larger basket @ $59 and can't wait until Tuesday to see if it is gone.  The smaller $39 ones just are too small.  But I pulled a few things out and added some new stuff to make them more enchanting.

One of the Jumbo Jets that kept me from my lunch was a phone order from Scotland.  A $100 pot of bright flowers for Mum's birthday.  And could there be daisies?  And could we deliver right now?  I did Highland White Dream Shasta Daisies, magenta geraniums and blue Veronica "Candles".  Sounds like a birthday to me.  A Scottish one at that.  The pot was the same wide, flat one I used on Thursday to make that other lovely birthday gift.  The daylilies, lupine and pansies.

G just rolled in.  He had two call outs on a holiday weekend at work and they got hammered.  He is more exhausted than I am, sort of.  He works in air conditioning.  But to even things; he had lots of customers and we did not.  Busy is better than bored.

Riley ate his lunch with his dinner tonight.  Then asked for "more".  Which I was happy to serve up (as he has not been eating his food).  I gave him the half cup he was "short" and he went right over to the bowl and finished it off.  How weird is that?   That I knew what he wanted and that he knew he was short a half cup.  It's stranger than fiction around here.  

G is having my donut.  A customer brought them into work as a treat for all of us.  I think he got them "fresh out of the fryer" from the Carnival that's in Town for the Fourth.  You know how I feel about donuts.  I had them wrap "my" donut in a paper bag and brought it home for G.  He's making a cup of coffee to go with the donut.  It was "excellent".

I am having a fourth of a bar of sugar free chocolate.  One digestible gram of carb.  11 grams of Malitol which is a sugar alcohol which can cause diarrhea but doesn't affect glucose levels.  Ever so delicious sounding isn't it?  But sweet.  And I haven't had anything this sweet in 3 going on 4 weeks.