So this is our new baby, and Terry and I are so all-consumed by it that Terry says the neighbors are probably thinking that we should get a dog. We can’t leave the house without stopping to measure how much it has grown and how many new flowers it has and how much the tomatoes have grown. We’re all the time hovering over it like a mother hen, clucking nervously around it to see that all is right. The second day after planting it it was covered with tiny bugs that quickly ate the leaves, but sprayings of soapy water quickly cures that and now we keep a better eye on it. We can’t plant anything and mess up the landscaping, hence the pot, and it needs lots of sun, hence the table to get it over the shrubs. But now it’s taller than the wire cage, hopefully it won’t actually reach the ceiling. There are four different clusters of tomatoes about golf ball size, so hopefully we’ll have some fried green tomatoes soon!
Terry is in Columbus for the day, and might even stay the night, so I’m enjoying my day at home just to do whatever I want when I want to. I started out with the perfect breakfast of an Arby’s chocolate turnover I bought yesterday and grapes. I sat on the front porch in the shade of my tomato tree and wrote in my notebook. Then I vacuumed, dusted, and had four lengthy phone conversations (that’s how the dusting got done), and then worked on figuring out my new organizational phone app (you know, the kind where you spend seven hours setting it up and figuring it out so that you can use your time more wisely).
About eleven Jessie picked me up and we went to Starbucks for a cold frappuccino, sitting outside squinting while absorbing lovely vitamin D. Then we headed over to The Children’s Place (where Jessie works now) and oohed and ahhed over the cute stuff, then to Belks to shop their Fossil purses. After drooling over the eighty to one-hundred-and-eighty dollar purses we headed home for lunch, sitting at the kitchen counter and each reading our books while we ate.
Now Jessie has headed out and I’ve cleaned up the kitchen and put away the collard greens I cooked this morning. I wanted to take advantage of Terry being gone to cook them, since he doesn’t appreciate the house smelling like a sewage plant. How can something that tastes so good stink so badly cooking?
And now I’m off to do MORE fun stuff! And it’s only 2:45!!! Ah, a lovely long day stretching out before me just waiting to be filled with fun. The possibilities are endless: write, clean the bathrooms (NOT!), juggle, play the recorder, read my new html book, play King’s Quest, oohhh—a good idea, I could make dessert! I don’t like to do that with Terry home since he can’t have any. Mmm, SUCH a good idea, I’m off to think of what to make.
(I ended up making sugar cookies (from a roll of dough, not scratch) and fudge, YUM!)
What does your perfect day look like?
