Sunday, June 14, 2015

Saturday’s Story

I woke up to the alarm I set for 6:30 a.m. on Saturday. I watched the news for a while, then toasted a bagel and made a cup of coffee for breakfast. I checked and there was 1/2 inch of rain in the gauge from overnight storms.

Then I headed out for my first stop: a 9:00 a.m. massage at Margaret’s house. We talked a lot about my recent vacation to Puerto Rico. She’s never been there, but lived a while in Jamaica. I told her I always wanted to go there too (lol, maybe I can get another invite?)

She said you either love Jamaica or hate it. It’s the poverty there that gets you, apparently. She said there are literally whole hillsides of people living in little, crappy shacks and it’s too sad for words. Obviously, people who just visit the “all-inclusive” resorts or stop by on a cruise ship don’t see this. But, she said if you stop at a street vendor out in the country and get some local food and a (warm) Red Stripe beer, the people are so friendly, you forget about it.

From there, I went and got my hair cut. Next came Kroger’s where I just stocked up on milk, eggs, butter, some ground chuck, some chicken pot pies, lettuce, lemons, etc. You know, the necessities.

Sidebar: Has anyone else noticed the spike in the price of eggs? It’s like gasoline, with it now $2.99 a gallon here.

Finally, I stopped at Home Depot and got some flowers and more dirt. I had checked out and loaded everything in the truck when I saw they had a sale on roses outside. Now, two of my roses died over the winter: the pink one and (my favorite) the yellow one. So, I checked out again and bought two replacements.

Sidebar: The “yellow” one wasn’t “exactly” yellow, more orange-yellow. But, it was the only one they had and I think my sister Anne would have approved, so I went with it.

I drove home in light rain. I treated the demanding cat and then changed into my work clothes.

I mixed up my magic growing medium in the wheel barrow (one part potting soil to two parts garden soil). Then I planted one of the flowers in my favorite container, a yellow watering can. I bought something called a “Blue Eyed Beauty” (osteospermum). I’d never seen it before, but it’s like a daisy with a blue (almost purple) inside.

Then I planted the roses. I dug out huge holes, and put the dirt on a Visqueen sheet. I threw that in the vacant lot next door. I filled the holes with water and, when the water went down, I stuck the roses in. I filled in the gaps with the growing medium. Finally, I topped the dirt with mulch.

I took the wheel barrow out back and used the transfer shovel to fill the window box. Then I planted that as well. 

I was putting stuff away when I happened to notice a truck with what I thought was a barrel smoker pull into the Coney Island across from me.

“Oh, great! Dinner will be served,” I thought. You see, once a year, the Coney hosts a grill master who sets up in the parking lot. You pay for the food (and get any sides) in the restaurant, then pick up your order hot off the grill. I’ve gotten both the chicken and the ribs in the past and they were excellent! But, when I walked across the vacant lot (soaking my pant legs), I found it wasn’t a grill, it was a tank to seal the blacktop in the parking lot!


I buttoned everything up and went inside to take a long nap. My nap lasted longer than I would have liked and I woke up at 7:30 p.m. – starving!

I didn’t have a dinner plan, so I browned up a pound of ground chuck (I froze the rest). I added a can of Manwich to the drained meat and then served it on an onion roll. I used pure Michigan sides: Better Made potato chips and a McClure’s pickle.

I watched taped TV until 10:00 p.m. and then watched the new Vanilla Ice DIY show. Then I went to bed.

“Word to your mother!”


  1. Those flowers are gorgeous! Oh, nice Vanilla Ice reference...I've taught you well!

  2. Yes, gardens are coming along nicely.

  3. It's the rain, not me. That's all it does here this year.