Jun 14, 2009

So what? It was just a Sunday.

Man, what a wasted day.

It is hot, hot, hot and living in Florida without air conditioning just plainly sucks. It's going to be a long summer, involving many naps in the recliner with ice packs on my body and yes, that's every bit as attractive as it sounds, make no mistake. I may wind up biting a very expensive bullet and springing for a new a/c as much as I hate that. I woke up this morning intending to have some yogurt and coffee, then spend the whole day working in the back yard...I wanted to hang a retractable clothesline because my white-trash reflex, which is similar to a gag reflex only in my butt, kicks in at the idea of having a real clothesline while living in a older subdivision. A clothesline out in the country? Is a thing of beauty. Here? It looks like my dryer broke and I can't afford a new one. Now, I might not be able to afford new central a/c without pain, but dammit, I can buy myself a new dryer if I need one. In the end, my country roots won out and I compromised with a 49 foot, retractable clothesline. I have the pleasure of owning a non-working street light in my backyard, so I attached the contraption to it and the cup hook thingie to the wooden door frame of my utility room and got myself 40' of clothesline that runs diagonally right through my back yard when in use. It is the anti-epitome of class, I tell you. Of course, it isn't as bad as what the previous owners of this house did...they had a 2-pole clothesline with a pole on either side of the patio. They never had to get their (assumption being made) bare feet dirty while they gathered their clean Marlboro freebie t-shirts. Impressive. I cut that shit down with a hacksaw the first week I owned this place. Anyway, I got it up and it works. I never did get to the laundry, though, and it is sorted in stacks in my living room. I'm trying to think if them as "color splashes".

I also intended to dig out my new garden for late Summer/Fall, start prepping it. It won't be big but I dearly miss having one and have made my list of things I want to grow: tomatoes, green pepper, colored pepper, jalapen(insert squiggly mark over the n)o pepper, eggplant, scallions, garlic, many types of squash, watermelon, pickling cucumbers, green beans and gourds. To the side, I also want a new herb garden. My plan was to dig it out today, then begin adding in peat and manure, as well as some fencing. How far did I get? Well, I took a can of purple spray paint and sort of measured and marked it out. Then I got hot. And hungry. I came in, had some chicken salad and had a nap in the recliner. I might go mark some more with spray paint tomorrow. Truly, it's a lovely thing that my kid doesn't depend on what his mother grows to feed him. Oh, and I asked him what he wanted to grow. Celery. He wants to grow fucking celery, that I can get for $1 a bunch and I always throw half of that bunch away. Yeah, he'd have better luck asking me to grow weed. Um. Not that I told him that and not that I would. But hell, at least it's worth more than $1 a bunch.

My other plan o' the day was to caulk the cracks in the front of the house so that come next hurricane, we won't be sopping up water with clothing because we have no power to run the Shop Vac and we've sopped with all the towels already. I've already caulked the worst (southeast) side but I need to do the front before I repaint. I got nowhere with that plan. I can't even lie and say I tried. I sorely need to do that, especially around my front door and Jake's room but it was hot and I was spectacularly unenthused.

I did make chili-lime shrimp and a summer squash casserole for dinner. I worked a suduko puzzle. I scooped 2 litterboxes. I watered my geraniums, my fuschia and my petunias. That part was hard. It involved sitting in something other than my recliner and my legs were forced to hang down in the process. I read some blogs. I worked on a letter to my state rep about child support, or rather, my lack thereof. That last one pissed me off and and caused me to put a bottle of wine in the freezer to chill down fast.

The day ended with me letting my kid go spend the night at some friends' house for the 3rd time this week and with my normal question to him as I dropped him in front of their house at 8pm: "Are you going in through the window or door tonight?" After all, I am an involved mother and insist on knowing what my kid is doing. "The window" was the reply, and I nodded. Then I saw him walk to the door and knock. Like any good mother, I immediately wondered why he lied and if he was up to something, and I will ask him about this tomorrow. He was supposed to go in the window, dammit. I felt better after I came home and had a glass of wine and watched Dog The Bounty Hunter. In my recliner.

So, in the end, it's safe to say today was a waste. I didn't even shower. And I'm still wearing what I wore to bed last night. Tomorrow will be a better day.

::flicks a bluebird off my monitor::