Well, 47 years ago about this time, my mother was thinking..... OW!! I was born at 9:30 at night. I think that means my rising sign is Kentucky Fried Chicken...
This is what I looked like a few months later, after I fattened up a bit. Note the alien expression on my face. I was telepathically communicating with the mother ship right when the photographer snapped the photo. Either that, or I had a wet diaper....
I had a leisurely morning, watering flowers and chatting with my brother. Then I set off for Stone Mountain. Alesia had a close friend in the orphanage, S, and she was adopted right before Alesia came home. S lives in Indiana with her mom, and they came down for a long weekend visit. So I took Alesia over to the Marriott Evergreen Conference Center. I mapquested the directions, because although I've been to Stone Mountain park many times, I'd never been to that hotel. I got totally lost. I drove aimlesslessly for about 20 minutes. I finally asked a policewoman, and we found it. I parked the car right by what I foolishly thought was the lobby. I then walked about a mile of corridors. Finally S and her mom came out and I left Alesia with them. I think they were going to swim, do some park activities, and then watch the fireworks display tonight. I will get her back tomorrow afternoon.
It took me all of 18 minutes to get home, once I oriented myself. Have I mentioned that I HATE mapquest?! Don't mention one of those creepy car computer voices talking to me, either. nope, I should've called the hotel. I needed a human being to tell me where to go. Computer voices freak me out.
Anyway, I hope Alesia has fun. Stone Mountain Park is a fun place, with lots to do.
One funny note, S has totally straight hair. When we saw her today, her hair was in beautiful ringlets. Her mom said she spends a lot of time curling her hair. Alesia had perfectly straight hair. She spends a lot of time straightening her hair. If it's not perfect, she pulls it back.
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon being liesurely. Bruce and I pondered the bamboo harvest.
I am pondering what to do with it. Think I could sell it on Craigslist?!
This is the old garden.
Note the tomatoes. I am going to have a bumper crop of tomatoes this year. Here's the harvest just for today:
Here's Bruce with all the tomatoes in his shirt, preparing to go home:
I don't want to think about what Mike was planning to do with the Bamboo Club...
Bruce and Mike worked hard this morning, helping me by putting some pavers and mulch in the side yard where nothing will grow.
I think I need to buy some more pavers. Bruce said the next heavy rain is going to wash away all the mulch. He's probably right. I want it not too muddy, though, because I like to walk around that way every day and check on my melon patch.
My pumpkin has some icky looking places. I don't know if it will survive. It's crawling all over the place, though...
These are some of the flowers in the back yard. Don't they look marvelous next to the blue of the trampoline?!
Here's the view from the other direction.
Anybody know what this spiky plant is, or why it had babies?
This is a peace lily that was given to us in 1996 when my father died. It was in a big pot for years, and wasn't faring too well, so I stuck it outside. Mother told me it would never live. She was wrong. It LIVES!!!
I think it likes the views of the flowers I have in front...
I love geraniums. They are hearty and beautiful. These are my Impatiens. They worry me.
I almost forgot to show you my side bed. Isn't it fabulous?! Lots of corn and beans.
Oh and look - a boy too!
He was playing with this huge iron spike that Uncle Bruce gave him. He was happily throwing it into the lawn, slowly aerating the soil for me [cough cough] and then he lost it.
Finally, Uncle bruce helped him and they found it. He stopped playing with it, then thankfully...
i've had a nice, relaxing day. That's all the news that's fit to print...
