**No, this is not a post about the Lost series finale! I stopped watching Lost 4 seasons ago because we missed recording ONE episode and I didn’t want to skip it. Then, they never replayed it so…no more Lost for me. OK, that’s kind of weird, isn’t it? It seemed perfectly logical at the time.**
Anyway, I’m speaking about this past weekend. It was very, very good.
We enjoyed the great weather, worked in our garden, played in the yard and generally lazed about. Although, I’m pretty sure planting a garden does not count as “lazing,” it is tremendously relaxing for us so I’ll go with it. Monkey, of course, is a huge fan of anything that allows him to spend hours and hours in the yard playing ball, digging in the dirt, watering anything that holds still long enough (actually, it doesn’t even need to hold still based on how wet his cloths were…he sure as heck never stopped moving), playing with ants and with worms (which he pronounces with his own unique accent…woym or woim is the best I can do to spell it.)
All of our much loved seedlings are now tucked among a layer of straw, happily spreading their roots in the garden. They seem to grow as we’re watching, it’s amazing. Our peas, which we planted weeks ago, grow inches every day. We had to redirect them back onto the trellis twice yesterday to keep the vines growing up and not grabbing on to their neighboring vines!
The only part of our weekend that wasn’t exactly pleasant was Sunday morning. It started Saturday night, I filled the dishwasher and turned it on. It made an odd noise, as if there were air bubbles in the line but it seemed to be otherwise OK. Sunday morning I put all of the dishes away so we could have french toast (mmm, yum!) and then I realized that the bottom of the dishwasher was full of nasty, nasty water. Cwap!
I had to wash almost all of our dishes and all of our flatware by hand because I couldn’t remember what I’d taken out of the dishwasher! Gah. Caffeine and then chores in the future.
We wasted way too many precious Sunday minutes debating whether to repair the 5 year old, loud asp, cheapo dishwasher or to buy a new one. The repairs won out because I am incapable of making a commitment to a new dishwasher when I cannot find a single model that doesn’t simultaneously get reviews of “Perfect! It changed my life forever!” and “It plunged our house into the Pit of Despair!” Add in the fact that I’m so cynical that I nearly always convince myself that the positive reviews are most likely posted by the advertising department of the manufacturer and…fine, we keep the piece of cwap we know rather than buying an even more expensive piece of cwap.
To cheer myself up I bought eight 6 packs of Impatiens while we were at Home Depot. That’s 48 plants. It was maybe a few more than I needed but they were on SALE and on SALE always wins over NEED and SPACE. Always.
They’ll be gorgeous though.