Tuesday, May 3, 2016


Lordy! It is amazing, as I have undoubtedly said before, to get a good night's sleep!

I did have a productive day yesterday (note that in your calendars for celebration next year). The first serious round of spider mite annihilation took place and though there are still some, in general, the plants look a lot better. Also, I figured out how to use the Bug Blaster much better. The eggplant, one of my favorite plants, had an infestation as well, so that is cleaned off and has a new support. There was a lot of tomato staking to do, not to mention untangling branches so that I could actually get in there with the bug blaster. Before and after photos? I'll think about that. It is so bright out in the yard at this time (noon) that everything would be washed out. I did harvest more tomatoes, an eggplant. There will be some broccoli and probably the first artichoke later this week. Having never grown one before, I am not sure when the right time might be.

I also started on the tomato soup.
Boiling water to get the skins off.

In process. They are so beautiful.

I have set up a work station on the patio where the freeway noise is louder, but I can see the roses and the sunflowers. Emmylou had to be dislodged as the patio table is her new favorite place to sleep. There is room for her too.

So, yes, gardening was pleasant and productive. The back wall areas that were a French drain for the pool were cleaned out and some of the rocks removed, but not nearly deep enough for any serious gardening. I did get some new plants in, though there is, of course, much more to do. The new bed on the north side has new dirt, but needs to be dug in and mixed with the old soil. I might need to have a conversation with my main gardener dude, Sebastian, about working a bit more on that. Seeds or plants??? The jasmine I planted there, beneath my mother's bedroom window is doing very well.

(Emmylou thinks having me sit at her table is good only if I pet her head and face. She reaches her paw over to my hands on the typewriter to let me know when it is time for more.)

Peter and I watched the first two episodes of Versailles. The history does not seem accurate to me, however French history is not my strongest suit. I did request Nancy Mitford's bio of Louis XIV, The Sun King: Louis XIV at Versailles from the library. Another intellectual tangent is about the last thing I need.

Perhaps reading was one of the contributing factors to my better rest. I am more than halfway finished with Small Town Talk, so I read started on the recent Pulitzer-prize winner, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life. (I have never surfed nor have I particularly wanted to, but I love to stand out on the point at the Lighthouse in Santa Cruz and watch, especially after getting a little baked.) Lili (with whom I had a nice long chat over the weekend) says that Small Town Talk is all over Woodstock, featured in the bookstore windows and all. As I spent so much time there last Fall, so many of the places mentioned are now familiar to me and I think that adds to the overall enjoyment.

Later that same day ...

I walked into my mother curled up on her bed with Merle singing You Always Hurt the One You Love. I guess he had been biting her. Janet is stepping up her sugar game and has plans for full-sugar root beer floats.

Okay, back to my bad staying-up-late ways. Why does the Band's refrain "oh you don't know the shape I'm in..." keep bouncing through my head?

Go out yonder, peace in the valley
Come downtown, have to rumble in the alley
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
Has anybody seen my lady
This livin' alone would drive me crazy
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

I'm gonna go down by the water
But I ain't gonna jump in, no, no
I'll just be lookin' for my maker
And I hear that that's where she's been?
Oh, out of nine lives, I spent seven
Now, how in the world do you get to Heaven
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

I've just spent 60 days in the jail house
For the crime of having no dough, no no
Now here I am back out on the street
For the crime of having nowhere to go
Save your neck or save your brother
Looks like it's one or the other
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
Now two young kids might start a ruckus
You know they feel you're tryin' to shuck us

Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in

1 comment:

  1. Barbarian Days was a book I, Matt, Varnum and my brother Alfredo all loved but I don't know how much a non surfer would love. He is a good writer but it is so specific to surf lore and culture. there is lots of travel/adventure there too though