About ten years ago, Dear Husband turned to me one day and said “I like what you are doing with the gardens, but I’m not going to garden any more.” I was dumbfounded! I didn’t have a response. I couldn’t think of anything to say. (No snide comments from the peanut gallery!)
There wasn’t any question of simply shutting down the gardens, so I kept on by myself with an occasional hand from DH moving a full wheelbarrow. Gradually things began to run down. There are too many gardens here for one person to care for, unless that is the only thing she does. To make matters worse, my mother would buy plants and hand them to me and ask me to make room for them in the gardens.
A Tidbit
I really need to add a category called “Things I Heard on the Radio.”
About 10 days ago I was listening to WGN, and heard Spike O’Dell announce that Chicago has 16,000 hookers.
First….I was astounded that he was talking about hookers early in the morning. WGN used to be the squeekiest clean station in the nation.
Second….I wondered how they came up with that number. What was he reading, and who made the estimate that he announced? You know they didn’t go out and count these ladies one by one. Can’t you see the uproar if one of them didn’t get counted?? She’d sue for her rights!
Third, they got into a discussion of terms for hookers. They figured that street walkers were the lowest on the list, and call girls were the highest priced. I suppose everything else falls in place between the two.
THEN…he blythly announced that the ads in a certain local paper for “escorts” weren’t all that they seemed at face value. Since he gave the name of the paper, I wonder if there has been a rush of calls…to the places, to Spike about the places, to Spike from the paper, from the places thanking or threatening Spike with law suits, etc.
It’s astounding what we learn……16,000…..
March Winds
“Botanists say that trees need the powerful March winds to flex
their trunks and main branches, so the sap is drawn up to
nourish the budding leaves. Perhaps we need the gales of life
in the same way, though we dislike enduring them.”
– Jane Truax
Neighbors
I’m totally ticked with my neighbors! We used to live in lovely isolation, until the farmer who sold us our land decamped with his family to Idaho. He sold the rest of his land to a developer and now we have six houses along our western lot line. Unfortunately, neighbor number three has nothing to do all day but look out their window at the very old willow that is falling apart bit by bit on OUR land.
Visitors
I was visiting the English blogs this morning and came across the Mr. 5000 war on Billy, Kev and Elsie’s blogs. It seems Elsie has had 5000 visitors, and both Billy and Kevin claim to be number 5000.
That prompted me to go check my stats. When I wasn’t looking it rolled past 8,000. I was the 8,088th visitor since late June, 2003. At this rate, by the time I reach one year of counting I should have had more than 10,000 hits. Unfortunately, probably a quarter of them are mine (or more).
April 23, 2004 is my first anniversary as a blogger. It’s hard to believe that I am close to having blogged for a year. When we shift over to the new ISP I’ll be able to edit out my own visits, and then we’ll REALLY see how many people I put to sleep each night! *G*
ARRRGH!!! Morning
This morning, LONG before the sun came up, a visitor bird was CHIRPING, non-stop! I can’t tell you what kind of bird it was; his call is one that I’m not used to hearing. It’s probably a bird that stopped in our grove for some rest on his flight North.
I was aware of his call around 4:30 this morning. (Remember….I went to bed about three hours earlier.) The bird had to be making quite a racket because our windows were closed. I tried my best to ignore him and go back to sleep like a good girl, but he chirped and CHIRPED and CHIRPED!
I finally pulled a pillow over my head to block the sound. At that point, I didn’t care if I overslept.
I love the birds. We spend a lot of time watching them. We put out feed year round to encourage them to visit. But, I think I need to hand out a manual for acceptable birdy behavior. No noise before 6:30. 7:00 would be even better. Just twitter quietly among yourselves until I’m ready to face the day, otherwise, GO VISIT THE NEIGHBORS!
What kind of kiss?
It seems I have a mysterious kiss. It’s 12:45 at night. I have to be up in about five hours to get ready for a long day. I just finished balancing my checkbook, and wanted to blog for a moment before crashing.
I know….if I was wise, I’d have gone to bed hours ago, but I thought I might have a better chance with this quiz, so I took the time to run through the questions. Mysterious……that’s not the response I expected. Cop Car, is it time for me to give up on the quizzes??
You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you’re going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it’s sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.
What kind of kiss are you?
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Spam!
I have three e-mail accounts. Long ago I got to the point where I used just one of them, and I actually forgot my password for my second AOL account. I let it lie fallow until tonight when I noticed I had 44 e-mails. I had to go in and change the password so I could access the account.
I’m sure you’re way ahead of me at this point. What I had was 44 pieces of spam, which had come in over the past 30 days. I realize that this is a very minor amount of spam; I get a lot more than that on my active account. I’m astounded that it has crept into an account which isn’t used. I never surf with that account, and have not even opened it in more than two years.
AOL seems to feel that I should open that spam, collect the addresses and then report the mail as spam. In return, they will identify the mail as (spam) when it hits my mailbox the next time around. Why don’t they delete accounts which send spam? Why do I have to risk opening mail from strangers in order to do their work?
I noticed that AOL was proudly announcing that they had seriously cut back complaints about spam. I suspect that members have simply stopped talking to them about it. Until they develop a better method for deleting it, why should we bother?
NO Friday Five
Finally! It’s Friday, and I remembered to visit Friday Five, only to find that there is NO Friday Five today. I’m crushed!
Okay….I want each of you to contribute questions for an ARRRGH!!! Indefinite!
You may contribute anywhere from one to five questions. You’re welcome to borrow the list of questions and answer them on your own blog, or you can post your answer them here. I just think we need to keep the tradition going, now that I’ve finally come around.
What in the World Did I Say??
You are Lord Byron! Quite the Ladies’ man, Byron
wrote during the early 19th century. He was
born with a deformity, and much of his life was
spent with a sense of urgency, trying to suck
up as much life as he could to make up for his
own insecurities. He was a bisexual and died
very young of fever.
Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes)
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I lifted this quiz over at P.J.s blog. I want the one HE got! I wonder now how I answered the questions, because this doesn’t sound much like me at all. I’m getting farther and farther afield with these “test” results. *G* Cop Car is right. They are intended for 13 year old girls.