Estimated reading time: 3 minutes
We heard Colleen mumbling in her room!
We just dropped Colleen off, and we already miss her! The 11:30 am drop-off was perfectly timed. She was only with us for a week. At this rate, we might have to install a revolving door. Luckily, she’ll be back in April for Charlie’s graduation—our star eighteen-year-old grandson who’s escaping high school and heading for the wild world of college!
We returned directly home and read for quite a while. Mary just started a new book, and I am fifteen pages from the end of a book in the Oregon Files series.
I feel for those who cannot read and imagine themselves in the book, buckling swash along with the heroes, fighting tooth and nail for good. They know not what they are missing.
I swapped the flag from St. Valentine’s to St. Patrick’s Day. The old St.Paddy’ss flag is looking a little “worse for the wear” (more O’Shabby than O’Shamrock), so we’re ordering a new one this year.
Since it is going to rain most of the week, I took a quick walk through the garden and found that the berries are beginning to sprout. This year, I plan to keep them in check and not go wild, invading the neighbor’s yard.
This year, I plan to fertilize the canes regularly, starting tomorrow, if it is not raining too hard.
All of the canes are beginning to show signs of growth! This year should be perfect.
The neighbor’s tree is my challenge this year. We are going to try to eat all the oranges so they do not drop to the ground. That means once a week, when the gardener is working, I will be next door picking oranges.
Jim (our neighbor) loves it when we pick, since they are seldom home!
We finished the day watching “Suits” and alternately getting mad at Louis Litt and giggling at him! The show changes emphasis very often. Our favorite is Donna because Donna is just like Robin!
Just before 6:00—right before the outdoor lights were scheduled to kick on—I switched them from Valentine’s Red to St. Patrick’s Green. Exterior decorating in seconds: one tap on the iPhone and poof… my house went from “Be Mine” to “Kiss Me, I’m Irish.” Thanks, Govee (and my thumb).
I threw together dinner for Mary using a greatest-hits compilation of our leftovers. I wasn’t hungry—probably because I spent the whole day “taste-testing” bread and butter like it was my full-time job.
What do you get if you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover? A rash of good luck.
We await St Patrick to come down the fireplace and leave us such serious whiskey!
We finally switched off the boob tube at 10:30 pm and went to bed. Tomorrow will be another interesting day. Rain outside means housework inside!
NOTE: We got a text from our girl, and she landed safely in Boston and is on her way home!
