Monday, August 20, 2012
I was musing this morning about how my weekend was one of wonder and discovery:
Friday morning - discover powdery mildew infested zucchini and summer squash plants. Rip out same.
Friday evening - discover I have locked my keys in the car. Discover this in the office building garage at 5:30.
Saturday morning - discover the Mushroom Guy at the Berkshire Farmers Market!
Saturday afternoon - discover my father is obsessive/compulsive/single-minded/stubborn. This, of course, isn't really a discovery, as I've known it for years - yet it still surprises me. Especially when it involves me lifting four, five-gallon buckets of extremely heavy, dense specialty paint for their deck not once, not twice, but five times. The fifth time involved hefting them up two separate sets of stairs. God bless him.
Saturday night - discover I have no energy left to finish my to-dos, so I console myself with an Orange Cow (vanilla ice cream and orange soda).
Sunday morning - discover it's 42 degrees! Rediscover my Jersey cow, Jasmine, her heifer calf, Alice, and her BFF, Rosebud. It was so nice to see them.
Sunday afternoon - discover it's afternoon! Where the heck did the morning go?
Sunday evening - discover that I have been working off a completely different to-do list. I feel like I am living in tandem universes (universi?) where my evil twin manages to slip in her diabolical to-do list for mine, when my back is turned.