The tomato plants are beginning to bloom.
I can see them from the window. They need weeded again, and staked. I can’t really do much about it, and it is starting to chap my cast.
The old pea plants should be pulled up and the blooming sweet peas need to be tied up. Yeah, like THAT is going to happen.
Rats.
I feel pretty useless and very much like a slug. I have developed a powerful craving for quarts of vanilla keifer and chocolate covered raisins. I’m worried about my posture and when I can walk again if I will be shorter than I used to be... I’m too short allready. I’m putting more wear on the left shoe of a pair I wear around the house to keep my left foot from the pinching front wheels of this chair, which are vicious if you don’t keep your wits about you. Ask Sunny if you don’t believe me. She’s had her toes pinched twice, poor thing. Is that exra wear going to SHOW? Will people know I have been wearing that left shoe MUCH more than the right one? Will there be pointing and whispering? I’m worried about my right hip flexor, which is sadly contracted as it announced to me the other day when I ‘stood’ up to brush my teeth. “OW! Hip Flexor here. What are you playing at? Don’t you know I need stretching? Gentle stretching? Knock it off! Wait till I tell Kenny on you, he will be shocked!” [Kenny is my favorite physical therapist, I’m hoping it will be Kenny who helps me be able to use my ankle again with confidence. I’m going to ask for him too. Hope he still works there....]
(Is there any way to stop this self indulgent feedback loop?)
Yep.
(Oh good, what do I need to do?)
Hand over the chocolate covered raisins.
(No way, this is my last bag. You KNOW how I hate to go shopping....)
...Continue rant...
I’ve forgotten how to bake cookies, I think the flour in the cupboard is going stale and Little Miss Sunshine packed up all her My Little Ponies in the Debbie Mumm lunch box and stomped out of the house yesterday. She said her absolute limit for cookielessness was 24 days and she was going someplace where people were having fun. The Hen won’t speak to me. She has no patience with this much inactivity. She has decamped to her coop and is performing an alarmingly comprehensive remodel that I swear included taking the roof clear off to air the place out. She’s looking at paint swatches now and I’m telling you, if she decides to paint that coop any color in the peach family, I’m going to have to take steps...
Oh. Dear. Lord.
(Everybody stand back, I think she’s gonna blow!)