Perils of Pauline

Well, actually not Pauline, but me. I pruned the bejeezes out of a reasonably good looking hedge on Tuesday. The morning glory vines had wound there way up to the top and were weaving their insidious way into the apple tree. It pissed me off.

I don't think I meant to hack the host shrub to its ankles (so to speak), but once I started pruning, I quickly passed the point of no return. LBB told me it looked like a crazy person had got loose in our yard. Sadly, I think he may be onto something.

Really I just get so frustrated trying to accomplish anything. No task ever seems complete. I nearly finished the fireplace and then those damned Chimney Swifts arrived. (Remind me to tell you about The Visitation sometime.)

When I started toying with the notion of this blog I thought it would be about what is wrong with OTHER people, but at the moment it seems to be more about what's wrong with ME!

Salmon Picatta

lunch with the hubby at Sorrento. What could be better than that for a Tuesday?

Day Two

Actually got to sit and write this morning! It's hard to remember sometimes that I used to do that every single day. Of course, that was before my life was taken over by a husband and small children.

I don't mean to imply that I don't love them to bits, but I do seem to have lost my bearings recently. I think our move to a new town contributed. No more fall back jobs, no more fall back friends, no more spur of the moment babysitters (aka Grandma).

Again today I have no particular beef with "people" -- at least not with anyone other than myself. I will say that perhaps there are two big reasons in favor of having offspring while young: more energy, less self-awareness.

Here we go

"Today's the first day of the rest of your life"

or so claimed one of the ubiquitous affirmations my sisters and I were surrounded by in our 1970s household. So I guess my question today is NOW WHAT?