It’s raining – which is great – the garden can use it. The garden that may or may not have tomatoes this year, which is a first for me, in the twentythirty years of gardening. Spring was late in arriving and when it finally chased the snow away, it forgot to turn up the heat.
The bugs are out – as are the yellow mosquito zappers. “We should get one for every room!” yells my hubby as he puts nylon mesh over the bathroom vent to prevent the critters from gaining access. “Watch out for the light fixture!” I cry as he swipes at an invisible offender.
Remember the mice? Now that he has that problem under control (for now), he’s looking for a project. Sealing every last nook and cranny so that the bugs cannot get in. This is his new mission and it gives me palpitations, it really does. I envision being found suffocated from living in an airtight house.
[deep breath] [shake it off]
Part of the reason for my absence from blogging is that I’ve been busy with the historical society event – organizing, marketing, catering, rehearsing, and speaking: all the pre- and post-event chores. We had a great time, all of us, on either side of the podium. It would have been better to a have a few more people on the audience side of the podium, but with just about every non-profit and/or community organization holding an event that weekend, we didn’t quite pay the bills. I comfort myself with the understanding that we are a not for profit, after all, but still. Breaking even would have been nice. But judging by the fact that three people have come forward and offered to speak at the next event, I think we did OK.
Since the May 24 weekend, we’ve had visitors staying with us – mineral collectors who make the annual trip to open the season. We bade farewell to the last fellow yesterday. Is it a hardship for me? Well, not really. I enjoy their company, Reiner takes care of the meals, and the guys are gone most of the day. But still… there’s a requirement to visit, to be a good host, to attend to their comfort. I’m glad to have the house back to myself.
Oh! Yes! Did I tell you? I’m going to co-author a book! I helped a fellow from the UK with his research into a British aviation pioneer who made his fortune in mining in Canada – in Cobalt! Something of a scoundrel, this fellow. (The pilot– not my co-author!) So THAT’s exciting AND keeping me otherwise occupied at the keyboard.
By the way, I made those rhubarb squares. Then I ate them. Then I stepped on the scales for the first time since the fall.
Oh dear… let’s just say thank god for stretch pants. And for the nice weather so I can get out and walk in relative comfort. Except today. It’s raining, remember?
Back to the title of this post, though, “What can I tell you?” I’m finding it tough to think of stuff to say. What CAN I tell you? Some stuff is too personal, or trivial, even for me. Some stuff is not otherwise appropriate to share.
So, this afternoon, I am taking myself by the keyboarding hand and compelling myself to get pixels onto monitor. Discipline is the name of the game, these days. More writing, less rhubarb.
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