(Note: That not a relevant title to this post, but I'm tired of writing "Finally Friday!!!")
I forgot to mention the loud thunderstorm that woke me up
last night. When I checked the rain gauge Friday morning, there was over an
astounding one inch of rain in there! So, the time and money I spent Thursday
night watering the grass and new seed was a complete waste.
It still looked like rain for most of the day. But, it only
started sprinkling on my way home at 5:00 p.m. I hurried, hoping to get the
mums planted before the real rain started. But, by the time I treated the cats,
changed clothes and then went to go outside, it was pouring. Damn!
Well, the rain was blowing in from the West. So, I opened
the garage door (it faces East) and sprayed another coat of stripper on the
barometer holder. I went back inside to let it work and filled out the ToDo
list.
But, when I finished, so had the rain (at least momentarily)
so I raced out back and raked all the ruts all the way from the big maples over
to the St. Francis garden. Then I got my grass seed and sowed everything I
raked.
Finally, I spread straw over the newly sown seed. I used up
the rest of the second bale I bought and had to open the third, BTW.
It did start sprinkling again before I finished. But, I soldiered
on. Besides, it saves me watering the damn stuff tonight. I finished up and
locked the shed. I went inside and it was already 7:30 p.m. I just hoped the
stripper I sprayed on didn’t eat up the wood of the barometer holder. (I’m not
that used to using, or proficient in, “stripper,” you see.)
But, it seemed okay and I sliced another layer off it with a
paint scraper. It was almost dark by then, so the mums would have to wait.
Sadly, this is not the first time in my life that I left my Mum hanging…
I heated up a chicken potpie in the microwave for dinner. I
ate that watching a taped DIY show. When dinner and the show were over, I
decided what I really wanted to do was go to bed. So, I did.
Carla and I were watching Survivorman last night and he was saying it's legal in many places for someone in a survival situation to break into a building. We were talking about what would happen if a person in a survival situation came to your property. It ended up that you let the person in but they had to eat rodent carcasses while you ate your microwaved potpie.
ReplyDeleteWere you dining alone?
Of course I was dining alone. Thanks for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteAs far as your supposition, no, not true. Sadly, I would blow their ass off the porch. No way I'm sharing my rodent carcasses with anybody!