Every now and then, we should just shut the heck up and move on. People suck, life hurts, the world is going to hell in a handbasket held by Martha Stewart, and there’s not a darned thing we can do about any of it. Short of outright armed rebellion, that is, and frankly, I’d take up arms to put a stop to the money machine if I could. I won’t start it, though. I know, I suck, too.
I have almost filled the dumpster, so I called to have it taken away. Anything else I want to toss I’ll just have to haul off myself, I guess. I still have a few things I want to throw in, so I’ll go out in a bit and do that, but I should have my yard back by tomorrow afternoon. One good thing about being the sorriest human walking: it makes throwing your childhood memories away so much easier when they’re ruined due to neglect.
I haven’t even started my term paper, and the first draft is due Friday.
The boys are beautiful and growing by the second. They amaze me with their smiles (yes, smiles), and watching their little minds work is a trip. Lewis the Black is still Nimrod, the Mighty Hunter, and he brought in a cute little mouse last night. It was cute until I noticed it had poop hanging out of its’ butt while I was holding it by the tail. Ew. Just… ew.
Nip time is getting closer for them. Every now and then I catch a small whiff of boy stink, and that has to be stopped before it turns to marking behavior. They still love each other right now, but once the testosterone starts flowing, who knows?
Flea has this front door/back door meme thingy she does, and I thought I’d show you a touch of both of mine.
On the front porch: these are amaryllis I transplanted so they wouldn’t die under the dumpster.
They are so much happier in the pots! Whatever was eating them can’t find them up on the porch, so they’re thriving. They are the survivors from my first attempt at seed planting years ago. Have I told you this already? My mom had these seeds from my dad’s amaryllis bed, and when I bought my first house in ‘93, I planted a few. I’ve carried them with me ever since, and these are the survivors and their children. I started with 11, I think, but I didn’t know anything about planting bulbs and got a few of them too deep. The rest have grown and multiplied into a current count of 14, 3 of which actually bloom. I’m hoping the blooming will increase now that the plants are planted properly, and under less stress. The babies won’t bloom for 3 years, but there are several adults that have never made the effort.
The fern that you can barely see behind them is one my mom nurtured for decades on her front porch. I grew up with it, and she told me that it was grown from a cutting off my great-grandmother’s plant. I haven’t managed to kill it in over ten years, so I guess it’s gonna make it. I think it’s an asparagus fern. Here’s a close-up. Sorry it’s buried behind the lilies.
The back porch just has some ugly junk on it, so I’ll show you the view instead. In order, the neighbor’s barn, my barn, and the mimosa tree that gave me the name, “Tree Woman.” The 4th pic is the view from the back door, where I kept my hammock until the turkeys moved in overhead.
For the finale, one of my favorite pics of Leo. I just wanna bury my face in that belly fur. It’s like down. It’s hard to believe this pic is over a month old. Time is feathered, and gets around.
Y’all have a good Monday, ya’ hear?
Later…
Where to start? First, you are NOT a sorry human being, so STOP IT. Second, YAY for throwing things away. Have you thrown away anything you treasure? Do you have photos of the ruined things? Mental pictures of the good times involved with them? Hold those close. Yeah, yeah, I’m Dr. Phil today. Shut up.
Way cool amaryllis and mimosa tree! I’m amazed at the places the mimosa grows. We had one growing up – well, it was the neighbor’s tree, but it hung over our driveway. If it was ours, my dad would have cut it down, since it rained blossoms on the car and they ate through the paint. But they’re pretty!
You have a Gus fern! We had one as newlyweds and my Hunny named it Gus. They’re attractive things but tough to kill. WAY cool that yours is ancient. It looks quite good for its age.
Put the kitty down. Go write your paper. Have fun.