poetnw's Journal
Jul 04 2009 08:39
A man who can't stand a good sized princess!! For sure, get rid of him. The store that carries shoes that will fit my foot is in a town that is an hour and a half from my house. So, yes, I am interested in your suggestions, Bubbles. Thanks. I'll check on the computer though buying shoes on-line can be a way to start a huge mess. And yes, its almost machete time. My last hope did not fix it. Hubby says he just figured a new thing on the whacker so I guess I will head out and try the Stupid again before night fall.
I bet our temps will hit 96 today. Got in some watering and took the hoe to a messy area up front- sprinklers don't discriminate; dandelion areas get water just like sunflower beds. Hoeing up dandelion greens brought me back to the Poisonwood Bible- those unwanted greens have tons of calcium and minerals in them. I liked the start of that book more than the last. The last had a fair amount of preachifying in it. I've lived in some raunchy places and nothing like those poor African folks. Some of my daughter's childhood has been scarred by poverty and folks not accepting us cause sometimes we just were not able to get ourselves or our clothes pristene. And talk about the weedeater!! Our old clunker cars sure ran us around the block- carbs and crappy trannys and getting stuck on the side of the road. Sometimes the emotions ran high and our daughter sat in the back seat while the adults had tantrums. The old guy that looked at the weed eater talked about the Great Depression like we would not know what he was talking about. We do have a feel for it. Took hubby more years than I care to count to find a decent paying job. We lived in the underbelly of Seattle for way too long. We're tougher for it, I guess.
So Happy Birthday, America. I celebrated by taking out the fan and washing it by the chocolate mint- gave the mint a drink that way. The pupster is not too delighted by the fan noise but oh well. Feels good to have air moving. On with the day! On with more folk music on the radio.
Maybe one of these days I'll hear about the final episode wherein the whacker gets whacked. I would have done it in by now.
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