I’ve got all these bits and pieces zipping around in my
brain; not a one of them adds up to much of anything but I think need to do a
brain purge so they get out of my head.
First up, I don’t think our tomatoes will produce anything. They’re really long and leggy looking, and I don’t see any signs of forming buds. The peppers, on the other hand, are going crazy. We have probably half a dozen tiny little peppers growing like crazy with lots more blossoms.
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| Show me the tomatoes. |
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| Go, go peppers! |
The basil plant is loving our heat wave. I used some today
to make a tortellini salad except my unopened jar of roasted red peppers had a
bad seal. So I need to pick up another jar on the way home from work tomorrow. Yes, I could make the roasted peppers only my peppers aren't ready yet. This salad is a
great summertime dish and takes minimal cooking. That’s a plus even with air
conditioning.
I’ve taken a deep stretch class at a nearby yoga studio two
Saturdays now. I love this class. It’s a 90 minute class of stretches that we
hold for quite a while—three to seven minutes, depending on the stretch. I am
quite inflexible through my shoulders so I'll take all the help I can get. Last Saturday, we worked on shoulders and back and I already noticed some improvement yesterday. We were flat on our backs with
our legs and butts up against the wall (yesterday was all about the back and
legs). I stretched my arms out to either side and then bent my elbows to form
right angles with my palms facing the ceiling. Normally my hands just sort of float in the air because my
shoulders are so tight. That’s how it was at first but within a couple of
minutes, I realized the backs of my hands were touching the floor. That’s
real progress for me.
Friday, I took poor Wally to the vet and it was horrible (not
the vet, Wally’s behavior). First he hissed and growled when I tried to put him
in the carrier. He fought the carrier so much that I had to get Kent to help me. Then Wally growled and hissed the entire drive to the vet's. Once we got into the exam room, things went from bad to much, much
worse. Long story not quite so long, he screamed, hissed, tried to bite and was
so scared and angry he had to be sedated to be examined. He’s over it now and I’m
glad his shots are three year shots. Maybe in three years, he’ll have forgotten how
much he hated being in the carrier.
What’s new with you?
4 comments:
Trying to decide what to wear to a funeral. (Good man, retired history teacher, a very full life)
Would happy colors to celebrate his full life be inappropriate? Or perhaps a cheerful scarf to go with the otherwise somber attire?
May I just say that the caption "Show me the tomatoes" is inspired? Of course I may. I just did.
Miss you, K, and the cats you rode in on.
Poor Wally. Pokey does okay at the vet. He's a pretty mellow cat, all told. Sorry about the tomatoes.Do you know how much sunlight that porch gets? Not sure what would cause no fruit to form. Hmmm.Mysterious.
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