Daily Dribbles and Pearls

Today is the first day the my head hasn't felt something. My back is a bit achy, but that is from the spring cleaning yesterday and the gardening today. The tomatoes, peppers and eggplants are in the soil!

I greatly expanded my arable land this year. I extended my tomato bed to either side using a 'lasagna' method. Instead of breaking my already broken back by digging up the grass, I covered the grass with newspaper and layered old organic matter on top. Today, as I dug through the layer, most of the grass was dead. I layered on some more leaf mould after planting. Now, just 40-60 more days...

I am hosting our nascent writing group tonight. I feel that my writing is currently stuffed up. Hopefully I can get it going again!

After gardening (and showering, of course) I got dressed for my later company, ie, wearing something other than yoga pants. I am wearing a blue jeans skirt and burnt orange top, and a strand of mother of pearls with matching bracelet. Now, I still had to straighten out the living room and set out the tea, the homemade cookies (shortbread, 3rd attempt), and the cute little tea service set that I have yet to have an occasion to use (only service for four, we usually have more over at a time, or recently, noone!), and prepare dinner. Not wanting to get my clothes all dirty, I put on my apron. I bought this apron at an estate sale, and it actually matches the orange top that I had put on. Whoa, wait, did you miss it? I am doing housework in pearls.

While meandering through my daily nothings, I forgot to mention that I am not really sure where I am in my grief anymore. I am pretty stressed out about this whole next pregnancy thing, my body is at odds with its resident, and I am not looking forward to missing my daughter every day of my life until the end of my days. It's tiresome when I think about it long term like that. But, more on all that later, I hear something trying to boil over out in the kitchen. Gad, what did housewives do without the internet? Housework? And speaking of housewives from the 50s, where is my mail? I haven't gotten any yet this week.