Saturday, May 27, 2006
talking to myself again...
I've got a soaker hose going and the timer set so that I don't forget about it. I can't even find the hoses is some areas because the Homestead Purple Verbena has covered everything and the hoses are lost somewhere underneath. A result of my lack of attention to the garden this year. The Queen Anne's Lace is blooming...another weed that I love and that takes over by seeding itself everywhere.
Miss Mila's birthday is this weekend, and we will be heading to Jackson tomorrow to celebrate. She will be three, and I can barely remember a time without her.
Lately, I've found myself with nothing to say, nothing to write about. My husband would find this astonishing, I talk to him whether he listens or not. Well, I know it is mostly "not" because he always asks me about stuff I've already told him. Actually, he doesn't remember what he has told me, either...he repeats the same story to me shortly after having told me the first time and never questions the slight tic in my left eye. It is probably a good thing that he is out of town a lot. Our marriage might have been considerably shorter if he had been present more.
At any rate, whether he listens to me or not, I do talk. To him, to the dogs, to myself. But do I have anything to say? Quite frankly, if I had to listen to anyone else say what I say, I'd be bored to tears, and yet, I don't bore myself. I continue talking to myself and writing to myself on this blog and on my reading blog .
I'm still working, on rare occassions, on the latest quilt. I'm now piecing the back and next Tuesday when we return to Jackson, my intention is to spend more than 30 min. on it and see what can be accomplished.
Things went downhill, I think, in the sewing department when I quit buying fabric in April. Now, I have some new fabric that I hope will inspire me to get busy again.
What are my plans for any of these? None at the moment... but I liked them.