Planting and reading

We're out the door early Saturday and tomorrow is like hell week in one day. I have this huge list that I tried to get through and only about six things out of forty are crossed off of it. Shew boy doggie, one of them is to retrieve roofing materials, or in other words gigantic pieces of lumber that will have to stick out the back of our car and will have to be loaded by me. Can I play the femme fatale card here or would that be in poor taste...frantically searching in cluttered closet for wispy short dress with flowers

It doesn't help things that lately I'm wavering around between despair, dealing and denial. How can the blues hit now with May just around the corner? I'm in a pretty strange place right now though...lotta biscuit on 'dat girls plate ain't it da truth...

All I really want do is plant flowers and read books. Is this normal? I actually counted my flower pots, excluding the skanky ones, and I decided I need to plant and buy exactly 16 red geraniums, 1 sage plant, 4 basil plants, 1 large mint plant, 1 oregano plant, 1 large pot full of seasonal flowers ie. the fun pot!, and then I decided I'd probably adopt another ficus to balance the feng shui on my porch but only when I can get one at ED's for around 6 euros because I'm such a cheapskate. Little French gardening secret: Ed's rocks for houseplants, herbs and Christmas Trees. And so here I am with a full plate and I'm outside counting flower pots.

I'm also busy making a book list, my ultimate reading list for the rest of 2006 and an idea borrowed from Lee Ann at Odessa Street. I decided that even if Bea leaves I'll continue reading right? And since she's going to be in the States I'll probably be able to guilt trip her into sending me M Sacks full of used books. Brilliant! I'm sure she'll do it. She knows more than anyone what books mean to people exiled from Barnes and Noble. Meanwhile I'm compiling my little list. More wasted time.

So now maybe you can see why I'm getting nothing important done. And maybe you can understand why I don't really care.

In other sunnier news I took Little S, yes Baby S is now a strapping Little S sniffle, well anyway, I took him to the park just like last year for his Springtime park picture on the esplanade above the town. He looked marvelous, but didn't sit still for very long. Here's the resulting picture. Isn't he fabulous and gorgeous and wonderful? Okay you don't have to agree but you do have to put up with a mother's gloating about her little angel sitting in a garden of fairies and looking like heaven itself delivered him there. How you can possibly love anything more than your babies! I have NO idea.



Here are the outtakes. I wasn't feeling quite this lovey dovey when he was doing this angel to devil act just after our session was abruptly cut short: