I finally finished getting the garden in this weekend, although I still have some raspberry bushes in a bucket (Pat & I are debating their placement) and the landscaping plan in the backyard has changed somewhat (Pat wants to add a pond or some sort of water feature. I think he’s realized I need a new digging project.) and weeding is never-ending. All this rain the last week or so has brought back weeds I thought I’d dug up already. I just walk around with a shovel in my hand these days, attacking weeds and vines. Which is how I got poison on my hands again. I hate when I get it on the palms, really makes it hard to do stuff. One of these days I’ll learn to wear gloves, but that won’t happen until I find gloves that fit just right. I have been looking and tried some on the other day when I was picking up netting for the blueberry bushes, but the ones I really liked they didn’t have in my size. All I ever seem to find these days are the type of gloves with the rubber on the fingers and palms – I don’t like these gloves at all, what happened to the good old fashioned canvas ones and why are they so hard to find?
The Planting Seeds Music Festival is tomorrow at Buford. It’s a music festival celebrating all the Charlottesville elementary schools gardens. I’m the food chair for the whole shebang, so today I’m wrapping up loose ends, dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s. I got the rough draft for the flyer for the class picnic out today too. I’ve put Edie’s class picnic together since kindergarten. It’s really quite easy – I can pretty much tell you who’s going to bring what, who’s going to help and who’s going to call me the morning of in a panic. When you do the same thing 5 years in a row, you learn these things. There’s also prep for the upcoming swap going on. I’m really excited about some of the responses and what people are bringing.
Last weekend’s bug seems to have faded into just another huge allergy flare-up. I woke up feeling crummy yesterday, with that lovely racking allergy cough I get that just hurts. I don’t like the stuff the doctor gives me for the cough – honestly, I can’t take anything stronger than a tylenol without some horrible reaction. But, at least Pat was home so that I could lounge all I wanted to. Also, it was Mother’s Day, so I had full cart blanche to lounge. I got myself caught up on the NYTimes Book Review section. I had like 3 months worth of Sunday’s piled up. It was heavenly. We went to Mono Loco for dinner, where I realized the tequila in my margarita made the cough stop, at least for a while. I think I’m going to need more medicinal tequila.
We officially have the fattest squirrel you have ever seen in our yard. I’m going to see if I can’t get a picture to show you. Seriously, it’s huge. When Pat got a good look at it on the back porch today, he wondered if maybe it wasn’t a small groundhog with a bushy tail. It is that fat.
We are hosting one of Pat’s coworkers this evening. I had totally forgotten about it. Honestly, since I came home from the gym this morning (which totally kicked my butt. I definitely was aiming too high after taking most of the last week off with the ick), I have been lounging in my bathrobe coughing and answering emails about the festival. I have exactly two hours to get the first floor of this house in presentable condition. I want to make a better impression than I did the last time we hosted his coworkers. At least I have no where to go but up, right?