So, what to do?


31st Academy Awards Presentations, Pantages Th...

31st Academy Awards Presentations, Pantages Theater, Hollywood, 1959 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s Oscar night and here I sit trying to decide whether to watch the Academy Awards show. Downton Abbey‘s season is over for this year and the new season of Game of Thrones hasn’t begun. Enlightened comes on at 8:30 but that’s only a 30 minute excursion. So, what to do?

I had the silly notion that if I sat here and typed drivel long enough, eventually, I’d come up with some sort of life altering epiphany, but no luck. So, what to do?

I should be diligently studying the manual for the next module in my quest for a CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) but, come on, it’s Sunday evening and work can wait until tomorrow. So, what to do?

I could pay bills! Nope. Not in the mood. So, what to do?

I could eat cashews and drink Dr. Pepper. I have both in my kitchen.  But if I went in there I’d see how messy the kitchen is and load myself up with guilt because I should be cleaning it right this very minute. So, what to do?

Yep, you guessed it. This is me being bored. So, now I’ll say ‘so long’ to all you nice people and apologize for taking up your valuable time. Assuming, of course, you’re foolish enough to still be reading this nonsense.

Related articles

It’s not that I have insomnia, I just can’t go to sleep!


Middle of the night and here I sit, munching on a pimento cheese sandwich, wondering what the heck is keeping me from sleep.

As much as I love a good pimento cheese sandwich (I make my own with Velveeta, yum!) I can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now than go to sleep but something, heaven only knows what (guilt probably from not blogging for at least a month), is keeping me awake.

Both of the monster cats are asleep. The whole town is asleep. I mean I’m sitting here in the dark typing by the light of my monitor. (Yes, I have to look at the keyboard when I type.)

So, how about an update on the last month or so?

First, the watermelon died.

Yep, and it was a nasty death, too. Some sort of blight or fungus or something invaded its bloom end. It started with a little black dot, which swelled into a bigger dot, then, finally, into a big ole monster of black rot. It was gruesome. Just thinking about it makes me queasy. So, anyway, I yanked out the while thing because, let’s face it, four melon babies, and I killed them all. So, enough with the melons.

Second, work is taking over my life.

This is not a good thing. I mean I enjoy my job. I like the work. But, I’ve been there and done that workaholic number and all it does is make you ill and leads nowhere. I caught myself working last Saturday afternoon. I didn’t have to. Nobody made me. But that web page just called out to me as I walked through my home office and I couldn’t resist. I’m so weak. Even though, I know that path leads to misery, I still dug into that code for a good hour and a half. Finally, thank the heavens, I realized what I was doing and stopped myself. Whew, that was a close one.

Third, I discovered Replacements.com.

If you haven’t been to their site, you should check it out. They have all kinds of replacement china, silver, glassware, you name it. I found replacement pieces for the spice rack that my Granny gave to me about 40 years ago.  I only ordered one, pepper, because they didn’t have the two missing jars in stock, but I was able to flag them as pieces I’m looking for so, hopefully, they’ll have them available sooner or later.

I also, got the 3 bread & butter plates that have been missing from my china for 30 years. and the missing pieces of a set of breakfast china that a friend gave to me almost 40 years ago. They belonged to her mom and she hated them and wanted to get rid of them so I said, sure, I’ll take them. They’re Royal Doulton. They have daisies and they’ve always made me smile every time I look at them.

Enough rambling. Maybe I can can go to sleep now.

Fingers crossed!

My first baby …


… watermelon!

See it? Over there, on the right?

It’s about 4 inches long. So cool! Like all proud moms, I’ll keep you updated on its progress. There are two more of them, but they’re not as big yet. One is only about as long as my little finger.

Squash update!

I’ve picked about a dozen so far and there are at least that many more on the vine. I just love squash.

Gardening is such a joy. If you haven’t given it a try then you’re just missing out on a rewarding experience.

This is my garden. It is very small.

Oh heck, who am I kidding, it’s tiny! But, it’s all mine and I like it.

Actually, I have another flower bed on the opposite side of the patio, next to my townhouse, that had Impatiens in it. But, the gutters are stopped up and I’m having a bit of trouble getting the condo board to send someone over to clean them out.

I keep getting the run-around about hail damage insurance claims and not enough units need their gutters cleaned out to make it worth it to hire someone to clean mine. In the meantime, my little flower bed of Impatiens that, in May, looked like this, →

now looks like this.  ↓

So sad. (Yes, I know my landscape lighting needs an update. In time, folks, In time.) Anyhoo, back to my gardening epistle.

I grew up on a farm where gardening was a requirement. I hated it! There really aren’t words for how much I hated working in a garden back then.

In all fairness, let’s put that in context. I was 10 through 17 years old, stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a quarter-acre garden and only my mom, my brother, and my sister and I to manage it. Do you have any idea what a quarter-acre garden looks like? It’s huge and way too much work for one grown up and three kids.

What were they (my parents) thinking? Okay, so my father would plow it in the spring, but then, it was up to us to plant and weed, and hoe, and water, and hoe some more. Exhausting work and for what? Okra? Lima beans? Spinach? Yuck. It was all food that I mostly couldn’t stand to eat back then. (Yep, I was an idiot but I still don’t like spinach, if it’s cooked. There’s a whole other story about me and spinach but let’s save that for another time.)

The point …

Gardening is an acquired taste. Not everyone likes to spend time digging in the dirt but, for those of us who do, it is a very rewarding experience.

A few more pics of my tiny garden …

Until next time, happy summer everybody!

Psst, one of these days, I’ll learn how to crop pictures evenly, but don’t hold your breath waiting for me to get around to it. 🙂