Out, damn spot!!!

(my whole life is the damn spot right now)

Unlike me, my garden is really putting out now. Although the lettuce is almost gone (well, actually there is tons of it left and perfect for eating if you like tough bitter greens. Which I don't.) it is now giving me a few tomatoes, pickling cucumbers, eggs, and a satisfying amount of summer squash. Whoops, I guess eggs don't really come from the garden. I don't think there's enough food out there to sustain us in times of extreme poverty, but it's comforting to know that there's something out there to eat.

It's been raining now for days. I should be complaining about it I suppose. But I'm not. Because I love it. the only thing I don't love about it is that it may resuscitate my dying lawn which is not what I want. I want NO lawn. Well, I did want to keep the dog's lawn alive, but I kind of failed at that too. Maybe the rain will bring that one back. Anyway, I love rain. It makes the world smell better and look cleaner and feel fresher.

No progress on the studio because I had to vacuum my house today. I also removed the area rug that was in the dining room becoming less and less savory. I have my friend's steam vacuum that I was going to use to clean it with, but you know how sometimes a thing just gets to a point where you can't help it anymore? It's there. So now I need to mop all the wood.

I have a permanent pain in my neck and shoulders. I never did make it to the chiropractor. I'm not saying I don't want to, I'm just challenged when it comes to making important appointments.

Like taking my cat to the vet. I don't want to take him because I think he might be in a deep decline and I don't want to find out that this is the end of his life. On the other hand, the dude is attacking everyone and all other animals kind of non stop. He won't eat dry food anymore and has what looks like bloodshot eyes. Don't think I'm a bad cat mom, it's just that he's thirteen and every time I finally think "OK, this is it, I think he's really sick" he stops throwing up and mellows out for a short spell. Then I just think he's the same old cantankerous old man he's always been.

I am going to go mop some floors. I might even go outside and wade through the weeds to get to the roses and see if I can put together one vase of flowers. I want flowers. Oh, and I want summer to be over and school to begin again because this whole thing about kids having the summer off is stupid and I'll be lucky if I survive. Damn lucky. Why do teachers need a break anyway?*

Ah heck. I should just go mop my own head. I'm going to go find out if that's even possible.



*Oh boy... you realize that's a rhetorical question, right? I mean, I LOVE the work teachers do. I value them immensely. But the rest of us don't get breaks so it's just a little hard to take, you know?