It is Monday, so you will hear another of my all-time favorite pieces of music!
“Lollipop” is a pop song written by Julius Dixson and Beverly Ross in 1958. It was first recorded by the duo Ronald & Ruby, with Ross performing as “Ruby.” It was covered more successfully by The Chordettes, whose version reached No. 2 in the U.S.
It was dark out when I got up, the time has indeed changed!
The older I get the confusder I are!
I woke up Sleeping Beauty at 7:15 am and told her she had an hour to get ready. She rushed into the bathroom in 0.002 seconds, and the sounds of brushes, oils, lipsticks, eyeliners, miscellaneous beauty aids, and hair dryers provided Scout and me with a cacophony of entertainment!
She emerged from the bathroom as a fantastic butterfly; a few minutes earlier, she was a caterpillar! Mother Nature is amazing, or perhaps it is simply magic?
We went to the gym, arriving at 8:30 am and immediately being strapped to an upright torture device they call a treadmill! I prefer treadmills over cross-country; at least I know where I stand. Today, I did 345 push-ups. I was supposed to do 25, but every time Mary walked by, she would say start counting 1,2,3,4… and I would lose my place and have to start counting over.
From the gym, we went to our favorite shopping stop, Home Depot. We needed supplies for the garden!
It was a magnificent day to go shopping!
We now have a large basket of plants and gardening supplies, so we will keep busy all afternoon! Mary even found another plant inside the house. The place is beginning to look like a rainforest!
The basket is full, we have to leave now!
We loaded up the Silver Fox and headed home. Mary returned inside because they forgot to give us her military discount, almost $25. My wife is quite thrifty, another trait I admire, and I wish I could do better.
With the help of the automatic trunk lid closer, the trunk was shut with only a small amount of grinding gears.
Stuffed to the gills!
Arriving home, Mary went inside and fixed an excellent “pre-hard-labor breakfast” of turkey bacon, rooster eggs, and potato pancakes. While she made breakfast, I loaded up the trusty two-sheeler and headed to the garden, which was about 200 feet away from the car.
Whoever invented the two-wheeled wheelbarrow was a genius!
It was close to St. Patrick’s Day, and when we got home, I saw our neighbor going up a hill with a wheelbarrow full of horseshoes, four-leaf clovers, and rabbit feet. I thought: “He’s pushing his luck!”
Everything fit!
While Mary finished making breakfast, I was slaving away outside, preparing three areas for her to plant. I removed the mulch, removed the existing veggies (or transplanted them to another location), turned the soil, and added azemite, fertilizer, and peat moss to make the beds ready to plant.
Did You Know – Much of the peat mined today was formed from swamp vegetation trees, sphagnum mosses, grasses, and fungi 9000 years ago at the retreat of the glacial ice sheets. Peat grows or builds up at about a millimeter a year or inch, hardly something that can be quickly and easily replenished.
400 to 450 million cubic feet of peat are extracted yearly in Canada. Approximately 85% of the peat is exported to the U.S., which provides 90% of its imports.
A small footprint of 65,700 acres (0.02%) out of the 285 million acres of Canadian peatlands has been extracted.
The dinner bell tolled, meaning the eight “dinner bell b’s.” Better bring buns briskly before breakfast begins, Buttercup!
Everything was dropped with a responding “clunk, crash, and clatter,” and my tired, beat-up post-gym body flew to the breakfast table like the wind!
While dining, Mary thought she saw a small fly. Her instinct was to save me.
She went to the kitchen counter, chose her weapon, and moved back toward the table stealthily, barely moving a single air molecule. Then, all hell broke loose!
Mary entered medical doctor mode and did a triple-bypass reverse-stitch inverse slap at the offending item! I thought I heard her mumble something like “die, sucker, die,” but the “whaap” sound caused by hearing aids to go into temporary shutdown.
Calling upon her medical skills, she put the hurt on him!
UPon close examination, the flattened item had no legs, antennae, wings or any other animal-like features. It was a compact raisin.
Flat as a fizzle!
Almost choking, laughing at the situation, I was invited to go back outside, which, under the circumstances, I did not refuse for fear I might become raisin-like.
It was back to working in the garden where I sweated and strained, body all achin’ and wracked with pain. I toted the barge and lifted the bales!
Mary stayed inside and made corned beef and cabbage for dinner. She is a fantastic cook. After about 30 minutes, she came to the garden with a bottle of water and a coke for me and began planting!
She learns quickly!
She planted broccoli, eight peppers, several basil plants, and other needed summer garden items. She mulched them well with our never-ending straw supply we keep along the back fence.
That looks good, girl!
At 3:00 pm, we stopped work and went inside to clean up. After our showers, we went across the street to visit Jeff, our neighbor. We shared a glass of vino with him and swapped stories. We found another coincidence: our first cars were both 1962 327 Chevy Impalas.
His was black, and mine was white!
Neither of us had the common sense to park it in a garage and forget it for sixty years! We could have bought them for $2500 and sold them for $200,000 today!
We returned home and had dinner of corned beef and cabbage. Between us, we darn near finished off the entire piece of beef. So we would have some tomorrow; we stopped and put everything away before returning for thirds!
It was now movie time. We watched a good movie called “A Knight’s Tale”. Summary: After his master dies, a peasant squire, fueled by his desire for food and glory, creates a new identity for himself as a knight.
It was 10:00 pm, and it was time to go to bed. I took Scout out for an evening widdle, and then it dawned on me why Scout falls asleep all the time!
Good night, all. Happy Birthday to my grandson Connor, who is now twenty-eight years old.
