Thursday, July 28, 2022

Field Notes- Thursday, July 28th. 80's with a chance for evening rain. Hot. Mosquitos. Boring.


 Not my garden........But very colorful.

Work continues next door.  They finished spraying insulation or "seal coating" after 10 plus full days of listening to the generator on their big rig. Now they are doing something on the back of the house. I am assuming all the siding is up and all the new windows installed.  There are always five to seven worker cars lining both sides of the narrow street......... Number one on the corner has several vehicles etc in their yard.  I think they are getting granite front steps and perhaps a walkway.  Straw ...so perhaps some grass?  Across the street Servpro has been steam cleaning the floors and carpets.

Here?  Nothing.  I have been watering the Peach trees and then counting the number of mosquito bites I get.  Husband has been watering the back garden.  The tomato plants from the back porch look green and are enjoying a "'second life" it seems...even if it is quite astonishing to husband and I.

The grape vines are bountiful. I'll pick and make jelly and then with the remainder dye cloth- the grape juice gives a glorious blue.

More people are arriving uninvited to the big house in the book I am reading- Adult Assembly Required. Old boyfriends and girlfriends.  Mixing things up.  Everyone is eating a lot of donuts and pizza.  Drinking too much wine.  We are adding baseball and Goodwill clothes shopping to the mix.  I can't see where the plot is...where we are going with this mess.  But Nina Hill was a mess also.  Other People was even larger MESS.  I'm wondering why I am still reading?????  I guess because of Bob. He's my kind of guy. I would not be his kind of girl.   Who's kind of girl would I be??????  At almost 76- I still wonder.

2 comments:

Kim Carney said...

I came home from work one day and david had had a crew cut all the grapes down
and I was furious! (still am furious)

Joanne S said...

I have also been the recipient of "massive" removal of things I loved" I never know when the next event will occur.
It took awhile before I got over those events.