Daily Notes- May 30th

Very old South.  A sleeping porch.  G's parents had a sleeping porch on their Wisconsin cabin. Both my kids loved sleeping out there when we visited.  Double sized bunk beds.  They could listen to the frogs out by the banks of the spillway.

I planted three of the four perennials I purchased last Saturday (all the creeping phlox- pink, blue and white).  G sprinkled Preen on the garden walkways (where tall nasty grass grows every single summer) but when he tried to take the nozzle off the hose to add a longer hose--- stuck.  Like permanently.  So a trip to the hardware store for a new "male" replacement.  As G was leaving the car I said "get two" because if we need one of something--we always need two.  He's back out behind the house working on this project.  Then he will "lightly" sprinkle the Preen with water to activate it.

While I was using that fantastic old fashioned dandelion puller tool to pull up a gazillion dandelions--something bit me.  My left arm, right below my wrist is swollen and red and very hot to the touch.  I'm thinking spider.  I am very allergic to spiders.  I have sprayed it with Benadryl.  But wouldn't hurt to take a tablet of the same.  Found another tick on my sleeve while we were eating lunch.  Taped it to the calendar.  Lots of ticks taped to that calendar.  After I hit publish I am going to take a nice long, hot shower.  Wash any other ticks down the drain.  Unless one has attached itself to me.

The votes on the sashing fabric were overwhelmingly-no.  So next time I take a picture I will have the green my dear friend had selected prior to the stroke.  You can vote yes or no on that one and then we'll move on to the many other choices in the Magic Closet if it's no.  I'm in no hurry.

Riley is having a bad day.  Hasn't eaten his breakfast and it's past 5 pm.  Whiny, panting etc.  He's quiet right now.  MSNBC is on in the dining room--very low and he's on his dog bed next to the computer.  Just staring.  Into Space.  He has an appointment with our favorite Vet on June 9th.  She'll have sound advice for us going forward.  A gardening friend was here yesterday (bringing me lovely tomato seedlings) and she was a specialized intensive care nurse before she retired and an EMT-- she thinks perhaps Riley's had a stroke- not dementia.  The staring into Space kind.  Like the friend who was making the blocks we were deciding on yesterday and couldn't "see" the design anymore and needed me to thread her sewing machine several times a week.

Well, he's quiet right now and looking at me and I am still going to go take that shower.  Feeling all Tick-y.

Thank you for your honest opinions on the fabric.  I agree with you all.  Sorry, Connie.