This was a short week. It looked like a short week. It smelled like a short week. It was a short week.
Moving along.
It feels fallish. Autumnal.
It’s my favorite time of year. Though it’s technically not autumn, the mornings here are cool, and I’ve been sporting some yoga pants and sweats before noon. Oats are back on the breakfast menu. The serious kind — steel cut oats.
Mr. G honey hauled a cord of wood from the forest nursery yesterday and stacked it in the garage. I’m thinking his knees are five years older than the rest of him now. He used to hew and haul, but now he just hauls. His hewing days are over.
I’ve been placing the flagstone in the front garden do-over and watching a resident chipmunk skateboard off our new patio. He thinks he’s landed in a chipmunk theme park. I know just how he feels.
I’ve been roasting some veggies, making some jams, cleaning some windows, and trying to avoid the bees, the spiders, and the flies, who all seem to want to come indoors with me.
Because I’ve been doing and avoiding, it felt like the right time to hang the wreath of autumn leaves on the front door. I mentioned it to the Gster. It went like this.
Me: I think I’ll hang my autumn leaves on the door.
Mr. G honey: It’s too early.
Me: You’re hauling and stacking wood.
Mr. G honey: It’s too early.
Me: You’re prepping the snowblower.
Mr. G honey: It’s too early.
Let it be known throughout the land that I will be hanging the autumn leaves on the door this day.
Moving along.
For your viewing pleasure, not to mention @LadyDisney’sFriday Happy Dance of JOY!!!, I give you…
I was doing some story research on the intertoobs — don’t ask — and came across Joe Clay’s Duck Tail. Rockabilly, baby.
For Brie Lovers ~ @ Inspired Taste, Brie with Spiced Honey and Walnuts. This is what Adam and Joanne call an easy date night recipe for couples on the go. I can’t wait to try it. Click on over.
For Fall Lovers ~ @ The Lettered Cottage, Decorating With Pumpkins. I tweeted yesterday that these pumpkins were insanely cute. They are. Layla and Kevin regularly make my hair fly up. They are insanely cute, too. Click on over.
Cable Guy came on Saturday. He was impressed that I had no lawn. He was impressed that I had just a blanket of brown dirt. He was really impressed with my lawn ornament.
What was left of my cable after it was sliced and diced.
I was really impressed with his red truck.
30 minutes later, and I was back on the interwaves. Thank you, Cable Guy.
Mr. G honey, aka Pneumonia Boy, hied off to the office today, leaving me with nothing but a cough and a crumpled pack of Fisherman’s Friend. Don’t waste time. Click right over and see Sucking on a Fisherman’s Friend.
He was pulling out all the stops. Going for a full day. Feeling the burn. I think he’s sprawled out in the den snoring as we speak.
Due to some sort of cosmic hiccup, Landscaper Crew were unable to attend upon my front garden today. I had exactly two emotions about this. Happy, because I was a few brain cells short from coughing them up all night. Deranged, because I hauled myself out of slumber extra early in order to shower, dress and slap on mascara before the landscaping hour, which starts extra early in these parts. All I could think was I shaved my legs for nothing!!!
Note to self: Keep up with the laundry — even if you’re dying — so you don’t get caught with nothing but your cropped pants.
I consoled myself wandering the back garden, admiring the green and leafy. There’s a lot of green and leafy out there, some color and sparkly stuff too.
I clipped some of this from my container garden. It was an experiment to see if, and how well, I could grow it.
Isn’t this spinach gorgeous?
This is your close up of the green and leafy.
This is your aerial shot. I love this little plate. I inherited six of them and use them most often for a salad or dessert.
Next year, I need to plant tons more. Tons. I love spinach. There is enough to throw in a salad here, but if I wilted it, it would render about a tablespoon. I’m seriously thinking of chocking it in my fruit smoothie. Yum.
Looking forward to all the possibilities this week. How about you?
I’m trying to get this post out before the cable gets cut in the front yard. I’m not saying it will be cut. I’m just saying it’s likely/possible/probable. This arrived on my front lawn this morning at 7:45 am. I think the stork brought it.
This was an unexpected week. Mr. G, honey caught a summer cold 13 days ago that morphed into a small pneumonia. Yeah, that’s what they call it. A small pneumonia. He has been down for the count since last Friday…. the date of my last post.
Two words.
Sleep. Deprivation.
I has it.
It reminds me of having a newly born in the house, only they aren’t hacking up hairballs every half hour, nor are they coughing up a lung on the hour. They are just eating-pooping machines, and raise their little hands periodically to let you know that.
I tried moving down the hall. Shutting doors. Making a fort in the den. Burrowing under pillows. I might have considered tenting in the backyard, if it wasn’t for the intervals of thunder and lightning, not to mention wandering raccoons.
Hey. City girl here.
Speaking of thunder and lightning. This pneumonia scenario was exacerbated by Golden Pup having developed a keen horror of thunderstorms. She pants, she paces, she drools buckets and trembles from nose to tail. She sits under my desk, walks into the bathroom and stands with her nose pressed to the far wall. She looks at me with those big, brown Golden Retriever eyes and says, “Mama?” She follows me everywhere, and will not place a delicate Golden paw in the back garden if there is even a hint of rain on the patio. Oh, boy.
Three words.
Heightened. Sleep. Deprivation.
There was no time for posting/texting/tweeting/Facebook-ing. When I wasn’t picking up the slack for Pneumonia Boy’s indoor and outdoor chores, or soothing the 80 lb. Golden Pup, I was in a stupor.
Yes, Readers, a stupor. My brain was on numb.
Then a miracle happened.
The doctor, my BMFF — best medical friend forever — prescribed that wonder of all drugs, cough syrup.
The good kind.
The kind where you can’t operate dangerous machinery, which Mr. G, honey does all the time. Totally.
The kind you only take at night.
The kind I call The Silencer.
Last night I got a few hours of sleep. Not as many as I wanted, because a lot of hacking and coughing goes on before The Silencer takes hold. Then there was the whole ringing of the doorbell at 7:45 this morning, when I was still doing a total face plant into my pillow.
Between the antibiotics and The Silencer, I have hope in my heart for the days ahead.
Today, there are no Finds on the Feed. There was no reading of feeds this week.
Today, there is no Happy Dance of JOY!!!. There was no perusing of the YouToobs this week.
But today, there is a post.
It’s a good thing.
TGIF, baby!
Note: The cable WAS accidentally cut in the middle of writing this post. I had to hie myself over to the Super Techlet to get this on the interwaves. You’ll see me when you see me.
This was a short week. It looked like a short week. It smelled like a short week. It was a short week.
