Having Fum

Life is good?

I’m not aware of anyone’s imminent death or having a catastrophic illness, so it could be worse. Oh my gosh, all I want is a quiet day where I’m not required to interact with a human … of course, there will always be a few exceptions. One of those is on the fence, though.

What has brought me to the brink of sanity? I’ll make a list.

• Sorting boxes at the storage unit. In search of Brandpn’s requested belongings. I thought I would die when trying to go through the boxes alone. Getting down is relatively easy, but lifting the third box in a stack is a bit challenging for this old bird. I’m not blaming the movers; they were given a horrible task to deal with, but the contents of each box are so jumbled that there's no rhyme or reason to anything. Billy and I went through every single box, item by item, yesterday. We found all the requested items, and this morning … did you spot the colored pencils? Amazon is delivering new pencils. I’m finished with the search.

• On to the garden… I plant veggies and herbs every year in organic soil, use only organic fertilizer, and don't use pesticides. A certain son doesn’t ever want anything more than basil. Has tried to get me to dispose of the raised beds. NOW … we need to grow enough veggies for the year, possibly to sell, tearing up my yard in the process. I think the logic behind becoming more self-sufficient is sound. I’ve always loved the thought of a greenhouse. My concern is regarding the cost of doing this and how many tomatoes we need to grow before we’re truly saving money.

• Twenty-three dogs, three that do not require clipping, no groomer .. enough said