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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Not Doin' This Next Year






















I’ve given up.





















I’m not putting a garden in next year.





















Nope.





















I’m gonna take all that time - and float it - in a swimming pool - all by myself.

Okay - with my Hubby - if I can get him to float.





















It’s hot here.  It’s hot everywhere on the eastern side of the country.





















In fact - it’s so hot that I put my foot down.  I refuse to cook another meal on the kitchen stove until this heat wave has moved on.





















Tried to cook a meal yesterday.  The power tripped several times.

Tried cooking on the smoker today.  It’s too dangerous to light up out by the back porch.  So - that means trying to kill myself going up and down stairs - Ohhhhhhh - I don’t even know how many times.  So - I won’t be doing that again during Hubby’s work days - as well.

I hate those stairs.  It’s always something.  There’s always something that drives me nuts going up and down those god-forsaken stairs - wearing my butt out - killing my knees.  I’m ready to stark yanking nails out - one at a time.

And that pressure canner.  Won’t even be able to use that thing again - safely - until fall.  At best - I’ll be water-bathing tomatoes to hold up until I can make my spaghetti sauce - without the power bleeping off and on all the time.  Even at that rate - I won’t be able to run the kitchen stove until after 7pm.  Cooler temps and the power might stay on. 


























( That's water coming down - from the sprinkler. )

I’m not putting a garden in next year.





















When the barn gets moved - when all the dirt on this property is leveled out - when all the seamless gutters are installed - when the water recovery is installed - when the underground water lines and faucets are installed.

That’s when I’ll be putting the next garden in.  And not until then.




















I’m tired of killing myself.

I’m tired of chewing through brick walls with every damn single task.

This is my year of being 50.  I have done nothing but chew through brick walls all my life.

I'm done!  If this earth burns - Oh, well!

I’ll just find me a swimming pool.

But I am - still - gonna buy two brand new water-hoses.


























And I don’t care if it hair-lips the Pope - I am still gonna water some of my grass.

2 comments:

Amy Lagerquist said...

LOL, this afternoon my hubby and I were driving home through the next town south of us, and I saw a square-shaped inflatible pool being set up on someone's front porch. Looked like a decent idea to me (as long as the one closest to the edge of the porch doesn't decide to sit on the pool's edge and fall into the lawn!).

Deb said...

It was really HOT here yesterday too! I really can't stand the heat...my poor flower beds are back to looking like I didn't do anything to them (cause I hadn't gotten to far) since I've not been able to get out and weed them and now the heat is here...I don't know if I will be able to, even once our nieces leave. :(

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Not Doin' This Next Year






















I’ve given up.





















I’m not putting a garden in next year.





















Nope.





















I’m gonna take all that time - and float it - in a swimming pool - all by myself.

Okay - with my Hubby - if I can get him to float.





















It’s hot here.  It’s hot everywhere on the eastern side of the country.





















In fact - it’s so hot that I put my foot down.  I refuse to cook another meal on the kitchen stove until this heat wave has moved on.





















Tried to cook a meal yesterday.  The power tripped several times.

Tried cooking on the smoker today.  It’s too dangerous to light up out by the back porch.  So - that means trying to kill myself going up and down stairs - Ohhhhhhh - I don’t even know how many times.  So - I won’t be doing that again during Hubby’s work days - as well.

I hate those stairs.  It’s always something.  There’s always something that drives me nuts going up and down those god-forsaken stairs - wearing my butt out - killing my knees.  I’m ready to stark yanking nails out - one at a time.

And that pressure canner.  Won’t even be able to use that thing again - safely - until fall.  At best - I’ll be water-bathing tomatoes to hold up until I can make my spaghetti sauce - without the power bleeping off and on all the time.  Even at that rate - I won’t be able to run the kitchen stove until after 7pm.  Cooler temps and the power might stay on. 


























( That's water coming down - from the sprinkler. )

I’m not putting a garden in next year.





















When the barn gets moved - when all the dirt on this property is leveled out - when all the seamless gutters are installed - when the water recovery is installed - when the underground water lines and faucets are installed.

That’s when I’ll be putting the next garden in.  And not until then.




















I’m tired of killing myself.

I’m tired of chewing through brick walls with every damn single task.

This is my year of being 50.  I have done nothing but chew through brick walls all my life.

I'm done!  If this earth burns - Oh, well!

I’ll just find me a swimming pool.

But I am - still - gonna buy two brand new water-hoses.


























And I don’t care if it hair-lips the Pope - I am still gonna water some of my grass.

2 comments:

Amy Lagerquist said...

LOL, this afternoon my hubby and I were driving home through the next town south of us, and I saw a square-shaped inflatible pool being set up on someone's front porch. Looked like a decent idea to me (as long as the one closest to the edge of the porch doesn't decide to sit on the pool's edge and fall into the lawn!).

Deb said...

It was really HOT here yesterday too! I really can't stand the heat...my poor flower beds are back to looking like I didn't do anything to them (cause I hadn't gotten to far) since I've not been able to get out and weed them and now the heat is here...I don't know if I will be able to, even once our nieces leave. :(