Monday the 13th
I am just about at the 4,000 post on this blog. With the admin giving me usually a one-time command, all goes well. I wanted to change my pass word with our bank. How difficult could that be? Well, well. I will be going into the bank tomorrow morning. Having them send me a call on my cell for a passcode . . . it doesn’t ring. I haven’t seen the girls in the bank for a long time.
After a trip to our grocer’s it was time to have a bite of lunch with Dennis. He had had plans with friend Dwayne. That didn’t pan out either. This Monday . . . best to re-group.
I went out and got quite a few huge dandelions dug out with my fork-tongued stabber. One incredible sow thistle is no more. Of course I plucked a few tips off of the cat-nip plants. Before I came in, Harriet was passed out on top of some of it sleeping it off. Tee hee. The cats are not drawn to it unless it has been broken off and the scent begins to waft. Too funny.
I didn’t stay out long as I didn’t want my maiden voyage of this spring to be long enough that I would hurt later. A few minutes each day will make progress. My next escapade will require using several bushel baskets to cover the Hosta so I can spray the area around it. There is a nasty plant that spreads like a hairnet. With all the rain it is now in the bloom stage ready for the blooms to dry and spread their seed. I was amazed how hard the dirt is in certain areas.
Dennis and I had Mrs. Gerry’s spring pasta salad, a cold beef sandwich and chips and dip for a late lunch. I am thinking of waving a magic wand as the supper hour rolls around.
With that I take my leave. ♥