In Which I Discuss Invasive Plants Once Again. Skip This One If You've Heard Enough About That Shit

So attractive, right? I should be ashamed to even post this picture.
That's the view from the door leading out of the laundry room. The building you see there which needs massive wood replacement (as does the whole house) is the old kitchen, which was my writing room for quite awhile but is now Glen's office. And that ancient picket fence just needs to go. We discuss this often.
That unattractive strip of dirt and overgrown iron plants as well as overgrown border grass is part of the old kitchen garden which I bitch about all the time because I've let it go to hell and it, like all the rest of the yard, is filled with ALL the invasive plants and for the past few months, every time I looked out at that view, I felt terrible about all the glory bower and other plants that I haven't even identified, just running amok. And it drove me crazy and I vowed, every time I saw it (at least three times a day), that I would do something about it.

So today I waited until it got to the apex of the heat index (that's probably an incorrectly written sentence in every way but, whatever) and put my long overalls on and got the garden cart and a shovel and the trowel and the old canning kettle that I throw weeds in and I cleaned out as much of the area as I could before passing out. 
And that wasn't much.
But at least I got some of it. 
I am going to get some help with this yard. Perhaps that'll happen when we get back from North Carolina. I can't believe it but we're leaving on Wednesday, taking our time, and arriving on Thursday. I'm not feeling as anxious as I usually do about a pending trip because we've done this one so many times we practically know each and every turn in the road, as well as good places to stop and pee. 
I am very excited to see Jessie and Vergil and August and Levon. I am sure that August and Levon have both grown at least a foot. I wonder how soon it will be that every one of my grandchildren is taller than I am. Two down, three to go. 
Meanwhile, I am trying to get things done that need doing before we leave. Today I made up the bed with clean sheets in the guest room for Mark, house-sitter extraordinaire. I've made sure that I have plenty of all my medications and will get those organized. I need to go to the library and return books and get new books. I haven't yet figured out what book I'll be reading to Glen on our trip. This is tradition. So I need to do that.
Of course I have to pack and I am grateful that this year I will have a few more options in that department. Some months ago I ordered a brand new, not from e-bay, linen dress. When it arrived, it was a tad too small and I didn't feel comfortable in it but knowing that I was about to ask my doctor to prescribe one of the GLP-1's, I did not send it back and now it fits quite well, is a lovely shade of blue, has deep pockets, and could hardly be more comfortable. It was a little too long and I had hoped to get that taken care of today. I did not finish the task but I have it all ready to sew the hem now. 

Hopefully, I'll get that done tomorrow. I've got another dress that needs hemming and maybe I'll get that one done too. 

I got a text from Costco that my sunglasses are in so I'll be picking those up on Monday. I wonder what Glen's going to think about them. I haven't even shown him a picture. 

I just checked the weather for Black Mountain for next week and it would appear that it's going to rain every day. Oh well. La-di-dah. At least it's only going to be in the eighties and not the nineties. What a relief that will be. 

Glen got most of the stains out of the green velvet chair last night. After years and years of detailing the pre-owned cars he sold, he knows how to do it. He uses Windex and an old bit of terry cloth. I am sure there are other methods but he has tried this one and found it true. I bow to his experience. Cleaning upholstery is not something I've ever really worried about. I must sound like a slob. I don't think I am but perhaps I'm delusional. 

And as I so often say, that is enough of that. Why anyone comes here to read the ridiculously boring shit I write about is beyond me but I am so grateful that some do. 

More zinnias.

Love...Ms. Moon