Sawyer is being needy-kitty this morning and is now locked out of the office. So he's outside the door meowing.
Life would be easier if it wasn't so hard. Deep thought, eh?
If every tomato and pepper plant I have now actually fruited like it was supposed to, I'll be up to my armpits in tomatoes and green peppers. Not a horrible situation, but what am I going to do with all that food? Freeze it, of course. Maybe I could sell them by the roadside or get a table at the farmer's market. We'll see. First things first, of course... They need to grow and bloom and produce fruit. :fingers crossed:
I have a tough enough time convincing myself to do marketing without getting things thrown in my way. The urge to market against a sea of troubles is woefully low.
One of my sisters gave Mom something called a waterfall begonia for Mother's Day. It sounds really pretty. I got her mixed nuts and a tin of Walker Shortbread cookies shaped like Scottie dogs. The begonia will last longer and not go to Mom's hips, but I hate buying plants for other people. I never know what it'll look like when it gets there and whether it'll live.
I got nothing for Mother's Day. Yeah, I'm whining. Wanna make somethin' of it?
Last I heard about the novella I read for that son of that dude was that the son went ahead and uploaded it for pub without listening to his writer dad or apparently waiting for input from me. :shrug: You can lead a horse to water, but sometimes all it does is eat the weeds and wander away.
I'm not writing, so what do I know? Like I have the right to tell anyone anything about this business. Feh.
And that's more than enough out of me. What's going on our your way?
How can it be Thursday already? Where did the rest of the week go? I'm not ready.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow is trash day. I need to remember that tonight. I also normally go to Wallyworld on Thursdays. I'll go tomorrow. I forgot today.
Speaking of Wallyworld, one of Sam's granddaughters is apparently supporting this whole No Kings thingy. People want to boycott Walmart. I'd bet the twink has never set foot inside corporate headquarters but I bet she has an Ivy League education.
Cats. And dogs. Can't live with 'em, don't wanna live without 'em. Let Sawyer in. Shut the office door. Then he'll want back out and he'll leave you alone.
Yay for plants. Good on you. Never heard of that begonia. I'd rather have the Scotties and the nuts. I got cards for Mother's Day so there's that.
Not much going here. I am writing. It's slow but I'm up to chapter 3 and got a curveball idea yesterday that I really like--the way to get Sade involved in this mess. Now I just have to figure out how to incorporate it as I go. 🤷🏼♀️
Ah, the impetuosity of youth. He'll sink or swim.
Life is like soup and I'm a fork.
Later, tater.