It's been so hot here that my brain is addled. That is my only excuse for blogging irresponsibility.
Seems all I do is water the garden just to keep it from keeling over in heat exhaustion every single day. My tomato plants have moved into the jungle like category in growth, but I'm not finding that many actual tomatoes. I suspect once again, too much manure that has caused overgrowth and too much heat for good fruit set. I am going to go on an internet search for heat loving tomato varieties, otherwise it is just not worth all the effort to plant and tend these monsters if I am not going to reap a good harvest.
(Just wait. Now that she's said all that, the tomatoes might make a liar out of her.)
I hope you are right. I don't care if I look like a fool. I'm used to it by now. I just want some tomatoes dude!
Ben and I are having a mexican standoff in the garden. He keeps tromping through my flower bed to stand and stare at a spot on the other side of my makeshift fencing where he saw a cat.... briefly.... a month ago. He freaking will not give it up. He is ruining several plants and I'm very put out with him. We have had words. He has been chased and shamed and hollered at. All to no avail. So between the heat, the jungle of poorly producing tomato plants and Ben's rampaging, the garden is pretty bedraggled right now And I'm cranky about it.
But inside the house, I am the queen of housekeeping.
I have begun to follow the Fly Lady's housecleaning web site again and things are truly shaping up in here. And I'm not killing myself off doing it either. Little jobs, 15 or 20 minutes a day, and pretty soon, you have those nooks and crannies sorted out, which translates to mental relaxation, which leads to a happier Cupcake.
It's all good.
Though on a rather sad note, we did have the appliance repair dude to the house today. He gave me the happy news that my Neptune washing machine needs a new motor to make it go. Isn't that special? But the way I figure it, of all the appliances in my house, the washing machine is the one I would be the most loathe to part with. [Followed closely by the vacuum cleaner.] So, my checkbook may whine, but when all is said and done, I'll get to hear Mr. Neptune slosh and whirr again. When you have to choose between a whiny checkbook or hauling the clothes down to the pond and pounding them on rocks, I think I'll take the checkbook. I'll just turn up some music real loud to drown it out. I think the Beatles ought to do it....