I got most of the garden cleared out and ready for the fall garden today. Circumstances pushed me into the activity and I'm glad. The pest control guy came to spray for fleas and so I had to get out of the house and after wondering what in hell I was going to do for a few hours and where I could possibly go, I decided to just put my overalls on and get out there and pull weeds. It was overcast and not killer hot so although I got sweaty and filthy, it wasn't torturous. I listened to an audio book and the time passed quickly and the job is mostly done. I did not pull those zinnias you see there despite the fact that they really do not have a lot of life left in them and I didn't pull the field peas because they're still blooming and making peas. Some of the chickens flew into the garden and helped me by scratching up the dirt I'd just pulled weeds from and eating whatever it is they eat out there. And some of them helped by entertaining me from outside the fence.
My house still smells of pyrethrin which is the pesticide the guy used. It's not exactly natural but it is made from the flowers of chrysanthemums and it's what they use in lice shampoo (ask me how I know this) and dog and cat flea soaps. So. It's not great but it's probably not going to kill us while hopefully, it kills the fleas. My husband has been getting eaten up by the little fuckers while I pass through the house unmolested. They just don't care for my blood. But he has been tormented and I'll be glad when he's not constantly finding fleas on his legs and arms and saying, "I'm just so tired of itching."
I did a bunch of other stuff today too but all of it so boring that I'm not even moved to talk about it. I will tell you that last night I googled "Kim Kardashian's Ass" because although I have never knowingly watched one minute of the reality show she and her family are on, I have not been shielded entirely from seeing pictures of her bottom online and it is a wonder of nature.
Okay. Probably not nature.
But good GOD!
I am fascinated.
And I admit it.
YOU GO, GIRL!
That's all I have to say today.
Except that here's a picture of the fans Lily bought me at the Country Dollar Store.
Yes. They are on my stove. The light's good there and the burners served beautifully to hold them up and open. The pictures does not do the glittery and splendid glory of them justice. I can imagine having an entire wall decorated with Dollar Store fans.
This could happen.
And oh! My neck is almost completely fine again. I have no idea what that was about.
I know so very little. I understand even less.