In the depression of yesterday, we got up this morning, went to Waffles n’ More, blew our diet, and went plant shopping: we got some summer annuals to brighten the garden along with the roses—an everblooming hydrangea, a freesia, which MIGHT be annual if we put it in the right spot; a few snapdragons, some portulaca (well, both those freeze, but they seed; I even sneaked a petunia into the mix—Jane is not enamored of petunias. So…we arrive home and start putting those in, carrying out the house plants from the kitchen, all of which have scale, then cleaning up behind them, plus weeding, plus talking to the friendly Mormons who want to see the garden—they were quite nice, actually, and really did like the garden; and digging and cleaning the filter—snapdragons love our place so much they seed onto the walkway, so we pull them up and put them back in the bed. And we Cloroxed the tables where the plants were—an operational note. Go to a place that sells marine fish and get a product called Prime: it instantly neutralizes chlorine, so it gets that awful smell off things, makes things safe, AND can rescue a shirt Clorox splashed on if you’re fast enough. Use it straight.
Then, good news, not only did our lone survivor from the previous batch of babies show up, a gorgeous black and gold butterfly fin—but the two new babies, a showa (kind of black and orange and white patchwork) and a black and white, both butterfly fins, and very pretty—they showed up with her: they’re about the same size, and while koi will eat fish, they will not eat young koi, so they dive fearlessly to snatch food from really huge mouths…it’s a very nice sight; and if we can just raise these three to adulthood, they’re going to be really pretty fish.
Nothing is safe: Shu and Sei have spotted a fly that got in with all our going and coming with plants. No, wait: they’ve gotten distracted and decided to wrestle each other, forgetting about the fly.
I am so tired—I find shopping exhausting; and we shopped; and then we gardened; and now I am sitting here with a cuppa iced coffee and two Advil.
Work did not get done this morning, but hey, we changed out the icemaker filter (Jane took a bath: one of the filters was defective and leaked like a fire hydrant) and I cleaned out the freezer and washed the thing; and raced to the curb in time to catch the garbage truck with a bag of stuff from the freezer that could have gotten really unpleasant by NEXT Friday—so that was lucky.
I am back to taking hyaluronic acid caps and Joint Juice (glucosamine-condroitin) or I don’t think I’d have survived today.
I am thinking about demanding dinner out, but in the midst of the chaos I did get some bread on to bake, and we have salad, so I may just do the Parmesan Chicken Salad with hot bread for dinner. Hot bread is hard to pass up. By morning it will just be morning toast.