Saturday, June 04, 2005
O.K.
I got up shortly after 4:00 this morning and went for a long walk with my son and our dog. It wasn't quite light out and the woods were full of cracking and rustling, birds singing their little heads off and the damp coolness of impending rain. By the time we came back home, my son was carrying our little dog and my legs were like rubber. I do daily exercise but just do not seem to be in very good shape anymore! I compare today to a few years back when I could walk all day and not suffer ill effects. Climbing stairs and walking uphill, which I do daily, both make me huff and puff. Guess my body is getting older. I don't feel older inside, though. Most times I feel younger than when I was in my 20's and 30's, a single parent and so worried about everything.
It just started to rain. I love the sound of rain! Although this will postpone my digging in the garden, we need more moisure. It's been rather a dry year so far. The mallard ducks didn't nest in my swamp, like usual. In fact there's barely a swamp, it's been so dry. The columbines are blooming and my later, pale yellow tulips.
I'd like to go and get plants for my garden but have no room for them in the house, and the garden is not ready yet. First I need to shovel and turn over the entire area, then rake through and take out all the weeds and roots. I've progressed but still have some sod to turn over. It's fun and I enjoy it, but it's hard, physical labor. A rototiller would make it so much easier but it's so rocky up here that I'd probably bend the tines. I don't like loud gasoline-driven engines (except a car, of course!) so would rather do it by hand. I used to mow the lawn with a hand mower too, but my son refused to use it even though I told him it would build up his biceps! So I bought an electric lawn mower. It's quiet and doesn't smell or smoke like a regular mower. The dance with the electric cord can be funny, though!
Last night I went out with a couple of friends to celebrate one of my best friend's birthday. We had a good time and an interesting conversation about our talked about road trip. They wanted to go to the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Arizona and videotape us play acting a gunfight. Birthday girl wanted to be Doc Holliday the alcoholic doctor, The other friend wanted to be Billy Clanton, who was one of the cowboys gunned down because she wanted to play a death scene. I wanted to be one of the Earp brothers, the best known one, Wyatt Earp! Who wouldn't want to be an Earp? We planned out our costumes and the screenplay. Probably it might be good to double-check some history on it to get it right. Birthday girl went to high school in Tucson, not too far far from the site of the O.K. Corral and she's always wanted to go back and revist that area. We gave her a bag of funny items as a gift. And I obviously got home at a reasonable hour to be able to get out of bed at 4:00 on a Saturday morning!
And a joke from my E-mail:
The Ultimate response to a "Dear John" (or Jane) letter.
A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there, he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone, that she wanted to break up with him, and that she wanted the pictures of herself back.
You gotta love a man like this! Humor in the face of defeat!
The Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He then mailed about 25 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girlfriend with the following note:
"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove your picture, and send the rest back."
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It just started to rain. I love the sound of rain! Although this will postpone my digging in the garden, we need more moisure. It's been rather a dry year so far. The mallard ducks didn't nest in my swamp, like usual. In fact there's barely a swamp, it's been so dry. The columbines are blooming and my later, pale yellow tulips.
I'd like to go and get plants for my garden but have no room for them in the house, and the garden is not ready yet. First I need to shovel and turn over the entire area, then rake through and take out all the weeds and roots. I've progressed but still have some sod to turn over. It's fun and I enjoy it, but it's hard, physical labor. A rototiller would make it so much easier but it's so rocky up here that I'd probably bend the tines. I don't like loud gasoline-driven engines (except a car, of course!) so would rather do it by hand. I used to mow the lawn with a hand mower too, but my son refused to use it even though I told him it would build up his biceps! So I bought an electric lawn mower. It's quiet and doesn't smell or smoke like a regular mower. The dance with the electric cord can be funny, though!
Last night I went out with a couple of friends to celebrate one of my best friend's birthday. We had a good time and an interesting conversation about our talked about road trip. They wanted to go to the O.K. Corral in Tombstone, Arizona and videotape us play acting a gunfight. Birthday girl wanted to be Doc Holliday the alcoholic doctor, The other friend wanted to be Billy Clanton, who was one of the cowboys gunned down because she wanted to play a death scene. I wanted to be one of the Earp brothers, the best known one, Wyatt Earp! Who wouldn't want to be an Earp? We planned out our costumes and the screenplay. Probably it might be good to double-check some history on it to get it right. Birthday girl went to high school in Tucson, not too far far from the site of the O.K. Corral and she's always wanted to go back and revist that area. We gave her a bag of funny items as a gift. And I obviously got home at a reasonable hour to be able to get out of bed at 4:00 on a Saturday morning!
And a joke from my E-mail:
The Ultimate response to a "Dear John" (or Jane) letter.
A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there, he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone, that she wanted to break up with him, and that she wanted the pictures of herself back.
You gotta love a man like this! Humor in the face of defeat!
The Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He then mailed about 25 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girlfriend with the following note:
"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove your picture, and send the rest back."
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