WOMEN AGES 50+ FOR MAY 2021

Debbie
I'm so sorry, and I know that video must be terribly hard to watch right now--but I appreciate you posting it more than I can even begin to tell you. I'd give a lot to have a video of my mother, who has been gone for 22 years now, but nothing exists that I know of, just still pictures. It's hard now to remember her voice...

Heather
Breathe through it, my friend, when you don't exercise even for one day, your whole world goes on tilt - you need those endorphins, woman! Channel your quarantine Heather, and realize it's never a party if you aren't there...

Got my herb seedlings planted out yesterday in between short rain bursts... Corey put together a tent for me of window screens - it lets them get all the sun they need, but in the next few weeks of spring, will keep the heavy rains from drowning them, as the screen disperses the larger drops. Because I am a complete geeky noodge, I planted them in alphabetical order, so from left to right, started with basil and ended with thyme.


Reminds me, when I go into town this morning for something Corey said he didn't need yesterday (!) I need to pick up a rosemary plant, as well as a reasonably sized patio planter. Evidently, it can get four to six feet high, and needs to be protected from frost. Glad I didn't plant it in the herbs bed! Growing rosemary from seed takes years, I guess, so buying them grown from cuttings is the best way to start.

Egg was sick all weekend, laying around, very obviously not feeling well, and I was seriously contemplating getting her to the vet this morning, but she came in the bathroom with me this morning all bouncy and was ready to go outside and terrorize the small creatures of the early morning darkness. Whatever it is/was, she appears to be better. She just came in to visit Corey while he finishes his ablutions, their early morning routine.

Whenever possible, you don't close doors around Egg. She knows how to push them open if they're barely cracked, and if they're not cracked, she will put a paw under them and rattle them like mad. If that doesn't work, the yowling as if she's lost her mind begins. It's the only thing that seems to bother her... and it bothers ME, because I swear it sounds as if she's saying "Mmmmmooooooooommmmm!" Crazy cat.

Quilt work this morning, and finishing up a couple of things. Had a flash of an idea for painting some of the carpenter, simple canvas two-pocket aprons with sayings like "It's party thyme," or "I'm sexy and I grow it," and selling them at the market. I bought a blank one for me for 97 cents yesterday, as it's the easiest way to keep cash safe when you're selling things at a garage sale or market. I was planning on buying one for gardening, too. You always need things like a small cutter or plastic gloves, or wire, or whatever. I would bet I can sell painted ones 'em for five times the price of the apron, and I have lots of paint.

Ah... Corey's off to work, the bed's made, time to get the dishes going in the dishwasher, a load of laundry in progress, and get something done. Good GRIEF, it feels good to feel good. Seems like the first time in more than a year--probably because it has been.

Love y'all,
Lisa in AR