Yesterday morning, I spent about two and a half hours in the community garden, breaking up the ground for planting. The little red tiller, which I'd left in the garden shed overnight, fired right up, but digging that hard ground was too much for her. The tines would turn if raised off the ground, but they'd not dig when lowered to the ground. I ended up digging the plot with a shovel. By the time the squash seeds were planted and watered, I was about too whipped to walk to the car.
There were errands to be run before I came home - a stop by the liquor store for bourbon for a chicken recipe for supper, a stop by the grocery store for ginger for that same chicken recipe, and a stop by the gas station for gas for the lawnmower. I was dirty, sweaty, and probably stinky, and had to apologize to all the attendants for being malodorous.
I put the chicken in the crock pot first thing when I came home, then I went out to the porch to rest for a bit before starting the mowing.
The Husband came home early, having been to a funeral for one of his classmates. He said that one of the other classmates had invited everyone over to his house later for nibbles and drinks, and he wanted to go. And there I sat, nasty and sweaty and tired. But I eventually dragged myself to the shower and made myself somewhat presentable for the gathering.
While I was in the shower, I remembered that supper was in the crock pot and should be ready to eat at 6. We were scheduled to leave for the classmates' gathering at 4:30, and I worried that the chicken would be slime by the time we got home. We stayed at the get-together longer than expected, and while we were there, Son #1 called to ask if we could stop by the hardware store for a new thermostat for his home A/C. So it was pushing 8 p.m. by the time we got home. The chicken recipe contained a lot of soy sauce, and when I raised the lid on the crock pot, the chicken looked to be soaking in tar. But it tasted okay.
We ate it, anyway.
I am taking the day off from hard gardening. My shoulder joints are sore, and so are my butt muscles. Once the grass dries up, I will probably mow our yard and Nanny's yard.
Until then, I might play with my watercolors. Last week, I discovered some video tutorials that I enjoyed and want to try. The lady posted a new one yesterday: Beginner Watercolor Tutorial--Autumn Garden Girl
She does "cute" drawings and has sort of a laissez-faire attitude about painting. "Cute-ness" has not been among my talents, but it needs to be. And I need to learn to relax when I pick up a paintbrush, for I almost always screw up my paintings in some way, and, knowing this, I start the process already anxious about the result.
Maybe I ought to just give up painting . . . .
Nah. At least not until I run out of paper and paint. ;)
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