Monthly Archives: July 2013

Tomatoes

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I used to plant my tomato plants in the back of the house.  The problem was that it didn’t get the direct sun for part of the day.  And deer or other critters would get into them.

This year I planted them in the front flower beds.  They do flower, right?

I have a variety of five different plants maturing at different times.

I picked these four little grape tomatoes today but there will be more later.

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Here’s some Roma.  Looks like they will be ready soon.

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And the whole crew.

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Yes, I know I need to pull some of the grass and weeds out of there.

A slow day

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It’s a slow day at the office.

Most people took the day off to make an extended holiday weekend.  I didn’t.

The sun was shining when I left for work and it was already 70 degrees at 7:00 AM.

So wore these.

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What I didn’t bring with me was one of these.

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The view outside the office door.

Outside

Yes, that’s rain on the door.  And a big, black rain cloud.

The view of the parking lot.

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And another one.

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See it?

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How about now?

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I sure hope it clears up by the time I’m ready to leave….  Or it’s going to be a wet ride home.

Always drink milk

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During the summer, we work four 10-hour days and have off either Mondays or Fridays.  I chose Mondays.

On this particular Monday Mr. Aitch and I tackled the basement stairs and the area to the right of the stairs.  There was a shelving unit with stuff on it from when we moved in 19 years ago.  Still in the moving boxes.

I know that some people would say to not open the boxes and just toss it.  If anything inside the boxes was important, it would have been retrieved long ago.

I would have tossed this:

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My sister had a blue one.  I remember drinking hot cocoa from this cup.  And eating toasted homemade bread with peanut butter and homemade grape jelly.

The rest of the stuff was assorted glassware that I will probably donate to Goodwill.  I just don’t have the energy to have a yard sale.

I would love to see and display the things that I love and that are important to me.  I just have to find the right piece of furniture to do that.

Cleaning doesn’t bother me.  It’s dealing with all of the stuff that I hate.  And deciding what to do with all the stuff makes me physically sick.