It's supposed to storm later today. Supposed to be rough. I need to get cracking before it gets here.
There is no food in this house - nothing delicious, that is. For the past couple of weeks, I've been trying to gain some freezer space by cooking stuff from the freezer, so I haven't been to the grocery store. (Last week I made a chicken pot pie with a 6-year-old chicken. It was fine.) I placed a grocery order this morning and must pick it up between 11 and 12.
On the way, I'm going to stop at the locally-owned greenhouse. I want some onion sets and maybe some other cool weather vegetables.
Since I cleaned off the garden yesterday, there is room to plant them, but the ground is not tilled. Yesterday, though it wasn't on my MUST DO list, I'd hoped to till up a row for some cool weather things, but I ran out of energy and then the tiller crank cord broke. The tiller has an electric starter, though, and I expected to go back to the garden after supper. But I'd forgotten that Granddaughter #2 had a band concert at 7. Nix the tilling idea.
After all that garden work, my muscles and joints became a mass of misery. On the way to the concert, The Daughter-in-Law texted, "The gym is really crowded. We're way up top." I thought, Oh, no! Thankfully, Nanny and I found seats on lower bleachers while The Husband cruised on up the steps.
None of us had eaten dinner, so we picked up some burgers at a drive-thru window. It was 9:00 by the time we got home. I ate my burger and went straight to bed . . . for a little while. During the night, a leg cramp yanked me out of bed more than once, so I'm a little tired, sore, and pissy today.
Maybe the rain will hold off long enough for me to work out a little of this soreness in the garden.
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