. . . was a beautiful day. May 18th, my husband’s birthday. It was sunny, but only about 55 degrees. We started the day by giving away three of our tomato starts to a neighbor, which was delightful for more than one reason-- In return, she’s going to try to start an absolutely gorgeous rhody–deep yellow–for me. Their house is one of the originals in our Town–built by the former owner’s father back in the 19teens–which they’ve restored over the years–by themselves.
We talked about neighborhood sharing, how that’s changed, and how it should be preserved. A neighborhood is a microcosm that mirrors the macrocosm of the world as it, to us, could be if people cared and shared. As we were talking, another neighbor came by to check out some sail boat lines our host has stored to see if our host had anything he could use to replace a frayed line on a small sail boat the neighbor has put up for sale.
Then I walked home–teh-dah! I had my stick, but never had to use it–another teh-dah! (I keep it with me in case I may fall–but I hate it!–I’m too young to have a stick!)
We ended the day with our daughter taking us out to dinner and actually paying for it herself! That, in itself, meant so much to me.
All in all, a wonderful day! I hope y’all have many such days.
I mean, did your team win? Did you get anything important accomplished, like cutting down a tree, putting up a fence, or fixing something? Was the steak cooked correctly at dinner? Did the restaurant have the right beer, and was it cold enough?
Do you women even care about the truly important stuff?
Thanks for reminding me Faust… I must put those plants in the ground this weekend and trim the shrubs… they’ve grown inches these last few weeks of constant rain, and don’t even get me started on the ivy.
I borrow shade from the neighbour’s cherry tree who’s branches hang right above the patio table and offer much-needed shade from a relentless Summer sun… but I won’t be chopping his tree down
Team of what?–or what team? Got a lot of important things accomplished–I shared; I got some exercise; I gave a friend some goals; we didn’t eat steak, we went to a Chinese dumpling restaurant; the beer was room temperature, as that type of beer should be.
Funnily enough Faustmeister, me and my eldest sis watched Bauer Munich and Chelsea in the UEFA final whilst supping red wine last night, where it went to penalties and which Chelsea won by a fatal error from BM…
…sure Drogba caused the equalising goal, but the game went to penalties which then became the deciding factor in who won - were we watching the same match
Seriously, stop. You are a woman, ergo you are not going to understand this. It’s fine, I’m not derogating your entire gender, there’s plenty of stuff men just won’t understand about the way women see things, but just leave it, this is not your domain…
It’s Didier’s domain.
MagsJ
(..a chic geek -all thoughts are my own-)
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Regardless of that… it was a bloody good match SIATD - the post-match celebrations on the pitch had me in stitches
I felt sick as a dog because I drank too much free booze in the casino whilst wetting my pants over my meagre profits and imaginary patterns in the numbers.
It was my first time.
Anyway, success followed success. Female success. No sleep hence my present exhaustion, but compensated nonetheless with a hand down the pants.
Come one come all. How was your day?
MagsJ
(..a chic geek -all thoughts are my own-)
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Not meaning to turn this into a pseudo-Facebook site–since I last posted, the temp has fallen by 20F degrees so it’s back down to the lower 50s. We face a week of rain and those temps–just when we got tomatoes and corn planted. A friend of mine who’s battling cancer just learned it’s in her lymph system and the markers are way up. And another friend, who went through heart valve replacement surgery a little over a month ago just wrote that Human Resources for where he works have cut 9 days off his sick leave.
Chelsea aren’t my club, they’re just the plaything for a Russian billionaire. But they do have Didier Drogba, quite simply the most entertaining footballer of recent years.
Thank you, between the two of us, we usually do. We’re happy in each others’ company, realize each others restrictions, and don’t ask for anything more. Of course, our house is held together by cobwebs and dust–and the tiny, little, black ants which invade all year round–and the raccoons who come inside periodically to try to cadge a meal–while they don’t hold the house together, they do make life interesting.
In return, she’s going to try to start an absolutely gorgeous rhody–deep yellow–for me. Their house is one of the originals in our Town–built by the former owner’s father back in the 19teens–which they’ve restored over the years–by themselves.
I had a very unusual/surreal day, with promises of the same to come throughout the coming week 
