Actually, while Cliff and I have been locked in time-out I've gotten several new ideas. For one thing, I want to a 4X8 foot raised-bed garden this year. I've never tried raised beds, but it would give me a place to plant carrots, radishes, and herbs. The patch I now call my garden is mainly for tomatoes and peppers, and nothing about that will change except the location. But I want to try the raised bed and see if it works for an old lady with aches and pains who is also lazy. I could plant radishes, herbs, and perhaps green onions and lettuce; when any of those are done, I could plant green beans in the same spot. I'm still researching; I notice the hoarders have decimated the store-bought raised beds, as they have everything else, especially toilet paper.
But here's a brainstorm of mine: Cliff and I are doing fine in lockup, but it gets monotonous. More so for him, probably. So out of nowhere, I told him this morning, "Wouldn't it be fun to ride into Wellington on one of the tractors, waving at people, then riding out into the local countryside for awhile?"
He still listened as I said, "We could go by Rachel's (our daughter) house and she and Kevin could step outside and we could stay six feet from them and yell back and forth. Wouldn't that be fun?"
I was expecting his usual "you and your hairbrained ideas", but instead, he said, "Yeah, we could do that, and I'd fill up all the gas cans while we're out."
It would be more fun if we could get our tractor club come and make a parade with us, but I guess probably they aren't as silly as I am and have more important things to do.
I've made spaghetti for dinner and peanut butter cookies for dessert. I forced Cliff to listen in on our daughter's favorite podcast, Murder in a Small Town, but he slept through a quarter of it and surfed through another 50% of it. I'm not crazy about it either, but sometimes I get a laugh out of the two guys doing the talking. There are some country music podcasts I like, including one Rachel got me started on when Cliff spent a night in the hospital, "Dolly Parton's America". There's one out of Australia, I believe, "If That Ain't Country" that's a pretty good one for country-music lovers.
Yesterday, on my walk in the woods, I noticed a lone little woodland plant, Dutchman's Britches. I got close-up with my camera and snapped a couple of shots, thinking to share the surprise on my blog. Well, the trouble is that the little white "britches" don't show up with all the dead leaves right behind them.
Don't you hate it when a picture that should have been great winds up blending into the background?
Our daughter taught Cliff how to Skype last night. Actually it wasn't Skype, it was Messenger; but it's the same thing as far as I can tell. That was a new experience for him, and he was duly impressed. And now, he's asleep again. I guess I'm on my own. Oh wait, his foot is tapping to the country music coming out of Alexa; maybe he's playing possum!
We don't have any kind of grocery store in our little town, but the butcher shop (Nadler's) put this on their Facebook page: "Meat and much more! With our catering business on hold, we are turning our efforts to providing a greater variety of products to our community. We are currently working with Highland Dairy as well as our food service providers to ensure that in addition to having plenty of quality meats, we also have milk, eggs, frozen vegetables, and even some toilet paper. :-) Visit our Website for a full list of products ."
How about that? Small-town people sticking together.
We are on Season 3 of West Wing, still loving it as much as we did the first time we watched it.
I'll check back in soon. (Cliff's definitely sleeping.)
It appears to me that I used two or three different fonts in this entry, but I'm not going to worry about it now.
Hello out there!!! Can anybody hear me?