
Spring has taken over at our house and we have been shoving things in the ground. Lettuce, corn, beans, peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes, spinach and anything else I get my hands on. SO over the next few months I will get all giddy that things I planted actually grow and then realize that now I have to make 6 spinach quiche to use up all I've got.
We've been car shopping. Want to get a different convertible. Mind fuzzy. Head full. Explosion imminent. The curse is we could get whatever we want. But I'd like to be slightly sensible while being a car owner AND be able to travel and say, buy groceries. It's all about choices.
When I say "we" it means that Lyle is doing all the research, all the math, talking to any and all sales people and I stand by the side with my hands in my pockets, whisper to Lyle that I hate the color, then sit my ass in the car and announce whether or not I "fit" in the car. You know I'm not that tall, only 6' even. But for some odd reason that means in many cars I get in, after lowering the seat as far back and down as it will go I still look directly at the sun visor. As little as I contribute, it still wears me out.
Tomorrow it should rain. Good for all my new plants. Bad for me. I guess I'll make some hearty soup, stay in and complain. I know "at least it's not snowing" but remember where I live. The reason I live here is so that I never have to experience anything less than a perfect day on a television set. Rain is not part of my equation.
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