By Georgia Osten
A Saturday with nowhere to go, no place you need to be, nothing you really have to do. I must say though, I feel a bit guilty if I’m still in my jammies at 11 or noon. If I’m having a Saturday like this, I at least have to get my teeth brushed, put my contacts in and get dressed in something other than jammies. That means tops and bottoms!
We’ve had many trips into town lately, birthdays, volleyball games, doctor visits, stuff like that. This weekend, all I could think about was “Monday off – President’s Day.” Another day to do nothing if I choose.
I pulled myself away from The hardest puzzle ever to give Maezy a bath. It wasn’t a very cold day, just foggy and hazy, but she managed to run around and get somewhat dry before we came back in later in the afternoon. It was one of those necessary things – bathing the dog. I don’t know what she does to get so stinky, she actually smelled like old popcorn … go figure?
The Hardest Puzzle Ever
During the winter, a monthly shower has to happen, she’s so good in the downstairs shower. Then, she gets sprayed with “froo froo” stuff that makes her smell so pretty. She likes being pretty, it really sends her for running loops around the yard. Which reminds me, I need to take her downstairs and brush her. We can’t brush her on the deck because somehow, all the lose hair ends up in the pool.
I attacked the garden while she was drying off yesterday, cutting back the asparagus and taking out all the vegetable cages with dying stuff inside. Maezy helps from time to time …
Oh my goodness, this garden is going to be the death of me. If I have to climb in, I’m likely to fall on my way out. It’s raised a bit. Going around the outside is fine as far in as I can reach, but sometimes I have to get in to get to the middle.
It used to be twice the size, it didn’t take long to figure I didn’t need that much of a garden and I sure couldn’t take care of it, so my husband halved it for me. Recently, I didn’t want to tell him, but I’m really tired of this garden. Tired of spending so much money on stuff that doesn’t grow. I might as well just go out there and bury $5’s and $10’s.
It’s all good, it keeps me away from the puzzle table for a while.
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[Feb-17-2020]
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