I was excited to get up yesterday because it was Saturday and was going to be a beautiful day and I was going to work in my garden. I was out there by 8am or so, cleaning things up and clipping things back. All kinds of things are sprouting. One part of my yard has some kind of bulbs coming up. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember what they were. Didn’t I just plant something last fall? As it turns out, I did. They were the alliums I planted in October. Thank goodness for my memory archive. Do you suppose this archive will still be around when I’m 90?
At about 10am, my truck was loaded and ready to go to the dump. And wouldn’t you know it? The dump containers were all full. So my truck is still full of twigs and clippings. And it will stay that way until I can get back to the dump site. What’s wrong with those people? Why can’t they keep an open container?
By the time I got back home, something was weird. I was really, really tired. I had thought I would go to school for the scheduled clean-up day, but I could hardly walk, much less do any more work. Two hours of gardening had wiped me out? I’ve worked three times as long in the past. I slept on the floor of my computer room for a while, but I was weak for the rest of the day.
We now take a break for a picture of Max wearing glasses.
The temperature the last few days has been in the 60′s. It’s been wonderful. That, plus the time change, has got me home in time to walk in the garden a little bit. It’s a terrible mess, and many things are damaged from the snow, but it still is a spirit-lifter to be outside.
Interestingly, the last few days have also brought an irresistible urge to sleep in the afternoon or early evening. If I don’t lie down for a little while, I pass out sitting up. Wednesday I resisted, and ended up drifting in and out all night. Yesterday I intentionally lay down, and slept for less than half an hour. Why am I so sleepy now that it’s nice outside? That’s just the opposite of what I was expecting.
I stopped by the drug store yesterday afternoon and made a quick pass through the Easter candy aisle. There was a package of Peeps that looked different from the rest, so I picked it up. Why were there only three of them, and why were they so big?
They were sugar free! I was intrigued. Aren’t Peeps 99.99% sugar and 0.01% food coloring? How in the heck could they make a sugar free version? It must be just a pile of chemicals. I had to try them.
I did not care for these. The most disturbing thing was the texture difference. The “sugar” crystals on the outside of the Peep were not crunchy. In fact, they chewed a little. It was weird. But I do have to say that the flavor wasn’t that bad. They weren’t as sweet as an all-sugar Peep, but they had a vanilla-flavored sweetness to them. If sugar didn’t exist, this would be pretty good. Fortunately, sugar DOES exist. Thank God for sugar!
While at handbell practice yesterday, I saw a piece of cardboard on the floor of the church sanctuary. Being a compulsive litter picker-upper, I grabbed it. It was the front part of a box of sleeping pills. Sleeping pills in church? Since I’m a borderline narcoleptic, I can’t imagine anyone needing sleeping pills at all, much less in a place where someone talks quietly for twenty minutes while you sit still.
I couldn’t take a picture of it on the floor where I found it because all my bell ringers would wonder why I was taking pictures of litter, and I can’t just explain weird actions away like Lauren by telling them I teach preschool. So I took it with me and took a picture in my car:
