I took two pictures today. One was of a realtor's sign that I pass on my walk on Whitehouse Road. I don't plan on moving but I've been curious as to what the house and property look like and how much they were asking. Basically, the place is a horse farm and I sure don't need one of those and they want about a million dollars for it and good luck to them!
Anyway, you didn't need to see a picture of a sign.
The other picture I took was a giant bag filled with...wait for it!...GREEN BEANS.
Those beans are still coming in like crazy. My arms get tired of picking them. I'm not kidding. They really do. I have to keep switching the bowl I use to pick them in from one arm to another to give my picking arm a rest.
And no one needs to see another picture of a bag of green beans.
It's been another day of feeling completely inept and unproductive. I know that's not entirely true. I took three bags of trash to the trash depot. I walked. I picked those beans. I cut up cucumbers, onions, and peppers and salted them down to make bread and butter pickles. I talked to Lis on the phone. I did some laundry. And all of that should have taken about three hours, tops, but somehow it took all day long. And I kept doing things like filling up the washing machine, opening the panel where you put the soap and bleach and then just walking away. Unloading half of the dishwasher and thinking about something else I needed to do and abandoning the dishwasher.
I have the attention span of an eighteen-month old who needs a nap.
And I pulled a package of what I thought was a venison backstrap out of the freezer only to discover AFTER IT HAD THAWED that it was really stew meat.
None of these things are of world importance or even dangerous but it's just so annoying to keep wasting time like this.
No one would want ME to be president, I can guarantee that. Hell, I'd suck at being president of the local garden club but that's neither here nor there as there is no local gardening club as far as I know and also, I have a firm rule which I follow and that rule is to not join anything with the world "club" in it.
I got elected as treasurer of one of those service clubs in high school that I joined for some unknown reason and never attended one meeting of. How I got elected treasurer when I wasn't even there is beyond me but that only speaks to the ridiculousness of clubs as far as I'm concerned.
So. That's been my day. Wandering around and not getting things done. I did not touch August's dress but I did go looking for rick-rack and sequins. No sequins but I have rick-rack in three colors, only one of which has anything to do with the color of the print of his dress but it's such a pale pink that I might just go ahead and use the bright orange.
August wouldn't care.
I also found enough of the type of elastic I need to make about fifty masks. How did I miss that in my previous searches? It was right there in the sewing stuff.
Oh well. Life on earth continues to plod on no matter what I do.
Darla is still sitting on the nest. She's got a new egg which I'd bet fifty dollars that Susie laid. Poor little thing, sitting on that nest for a month now. I don't know what to do. I take her off of it and set her down but she just goes right back.
This can't be good.
I see that the Supreme Court ruled that Donald Trump is not immune from investigation and subpoena from Congress and state grand juries which is excellent but no one's going to see anything until after the election.
I sure hope he ends up in jail. Unless he dies first.
I sure wish I had a swimming pool. Or a river in my real, true backyard. Or a spring head. Of course Florida has now had a case of brain-eating amoeba so there's always that.
I sure hope we all survive the summer. Got to live long enough to vote in November.