Author: marcia

Ron sailed through cataract surgery today. We grabbed lunch afterwards and shopped around for gas (prices seem to have gone up overnight). Stopped off at the Blueberry Muffin in Cedarville, then to Stop & Shop for a prescription.

I finished up some stuff for O-F.com and Leuckart. Made plans with the kids for Friday and put together a pizza and salad for supper.

Got a stabbing pain in my left eye as we were walking to the surgery. I can still feel it nine hours later.

Sold the compound mitre saw yesterday. Ron took care of the buyer while I was getting ready for work.

We had a good downpour this afternoon. I was watching the radar from the office in New Bedford, so missed it, although Ron got caught, briefly.

I’m very happy that the transplants have received a good dose of water this week.

After we finished mulching, we did the transfer station run. I did some more weeding; at least, I think so. Gardening is sometimes like this: you work until you can’t work any more, then you work a little longer. There is always an errant weed to pull or something to be repotted or watered or pruned or dead-headed. Well, at least the grass didn’t need to be mowed.

Right now, I’m watching the cars in the field raise all sorts of dust, and feeling sorry for the kids working there.

I would love a nice dessert but have no desire to get up and move.

I hope the transplants make it, I really do: a Stella d’Oro and three nice purple flowered ones.

Yesterday I saw a little hummingbird moth happily feeding from the Bee Balm.

Finished up the mulching this morning, with Ron’s help. Much, much easier with two of us. One yard (although I think it was a bit more) worked very well for the whole back yard.

Saw most of Highfield’s house tour on Friday noon. Was a docent for most of the afternoon. Saw three familiar faces.

Traffic was miserable in Falmouth, backups everywhere, but I was able to get to Rockland and the credit union anyway. Stopped in to the PAN Action meeting.

Lisa Rose stopped by in the morning. Great to see her. She had nice things to say about the garden, but suggested that it was time to re-edge and remulch.

So, Ron and I worked on that yesterday. I transplanted four flowers to the “empty” area on the right side of the U.

We attended the Fair last evening to see The Fabulous Thunderbirds. I did the usual rounds of juried exhibits, the Community Tent and of course the Master Gardeners. Inez is recovering from surgery, so she missed the Fair for the first time in many years.

We couldn’t find the van at first, so did a fair amount of walking as a result. Ron is hurting this morning. He is still recovering from that accident on the exercise bike. Why he didn’t call Dimond’s office is incomprehensible to me, but maybe that’s “magical thinking”: the problem will go away on its own.

First ripe cherry tomatoes.

Ron hurt himself on the exercise bike this morning.

I sprayed diluted FungOnil on the tomatoes.

Another dream about losing things. One interpretation is that it means being too busy (“you’re losing it”).

We were lucky enough to see blues legend John Mayall and his superhuman band (Rocky Athas, Greg Rzab, Jay Davenport) last night at Payomet. Poor Ron went early to get rush (“Rain or Shine”) seats; I made a mad, 2-hour dash from New Bedford to meet him. We got excellent seats, though. It was a sell-out crowd with nine SROs.

We decided independently that John Mayall and Ed Nowik must have been separated at birth. They could easily be brothers.

We were also lucky enough to get rain – about 3/4 inch – over the last two nights.

We went to a Cape League game last night, Falmouth versus Chatham. We didn’t win the 50:50, but it was a fine Summer ritual nonetheless.

We got a good amount of rain last night, judging from the size of the pools in the top of the gazebo.

Monet’s gardens were the subject of a beautiful article in a recent New York Times. I’ve been fighting the drought for weeks and as heartbreaking as it’s been, we still have some beautiful blooms in our yard. The Giverny article inspired me to try to capture some of our pretty spots before the flowers have gone by.

I picked up more Rot-Stop and sprayed the tomatoes.

Checked the Falmouth Enterprise for articles and letters for O-F. I think I’m finally caught up with everyone’s published works.

Decided to take the “new” a/c apart to figure out where the vibration is coming from. It seems to be inside the cooling mechanism, so nothing really to be done about it. We switched a/c’s and that should work; the house is very comfortable. I enjoyed poking around the innards.

Grilled a steak, very poorly, but it was such a fine piece of meat that it was delicious anyway. Fortunately, I froze the other steak.

Repotted the impatiens.

Solved a problem for Jim Burns this morning.

Did a small shop at Roche Bros. Did laundry and changed the sheets. Ron and I put up the screen and along with Fluffles, we ate supper in the “gazebo”. It was really REALLY nice.

Missed out on several activities, including Word Camp at BU, the parade of boats in Plymouth, a “happening” at Cotuit Center for the Arts and a soiree at Castle Hill. One of these days, I want to get to Blithewold.