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Retro-retrospection - 2008-10-06
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12:01 a.m. - 2005-05-01
Back to the garden. Score! Had a rough night last night and truly didn’t feel like going out on this rainy cold day, but knew if I didn’t make the effort my butt would meld with this chair and there I’d be, the only mom at the PTA meeting whose ass has wheels and arm rests. I got dressed. Back in the 12’s again, praise be. And don’t you think for a minute the deprivation that went into this recent shrinkage hasn’t been horrible. The busy I can do, but starving has lost its joy. Last year this time I was fixing my microscopic ‘meals’ and hearing the Rocky theme in my head. Feeling all determined and in charge as I sat at table with my 3 mini-carrots, a string bean and a biscuit the size of a thimble. Nowadays my mental soundtrack is the Prisoner’s Song. I wearily eyeball the miserable scraps and crumbs on my plate and hear, “Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Nobody knows my sorrow.” The guys were doing the Saturday rounds and invited me along. Off we went to Sam’s and the car parts store and Lowe’s. The problem with Sam’s on the weekend isn’t the long check-out lines, those I can deal with by passing the time making fun of my fellow shoppers’ hairdos. Nope, the big problem is the sample hawkers. Every aisle has at least one ‘chef’. Fiendish devil’s henchmen with chicken delights, mini-quiches, salmon in puff pastry, cheesecake, gooey oven hot cookies…oy. I resisted, declining with smiling thanks and only once bursting into tears begging to be let alone. The chick with the bacon wrapped crab just would NOT take no for an answer. The necessary parts for my new ride were in finally. Fricken vehicle is so old they had to special order from Chariots R Us. All morning long Mike was pointing out all the ‘great’ stuff about the new car using that same jolly tone of encouragement I use on Wolf to get him to do his homework. “See, honey? The windshield wipers work!” “Look, sweetie! A cupholder!” I just stared at the hole in the dash where a radio should be and ignored him. The day got better when we went to Lowe’s. The garden department was up and running for the season. Ignoring the rain I had a grand time loading my cart with all sorts of plant-y goodness. Five different kinds of hot peppers. Spinach. Broccoli. Tomatoes. I debated an eggplant, but decided on using the space for a more popular kind of produce. I’m the only one who likes eggplant. I’ll grow cukes instead. Everybody likes cucumbers. As per Wolf’s request, I got red and white flowers for the window boxes. The pink and striped petunias were prettier to my eye, but I picked out nice healthy looking petunias in the right hues. Some with white flowers and some with red. Also snagged a flat of red geraniums. Can never go wrong with geraniums. The window boxes will need some height so my next purchase will be something tall and spiky. Would you listen to me? I’ve been at this barely two years and I’m all Martha about it. Getting all cranked about proper proportions and color pallets. Ehh. Why not? I’ve little else to be torqued about. It’s not like I’m bucking for that promotion or finessing a multi-million dollar deal these days. I’m doomed to be a jobless bum for the rest of my life, but I still need to be good at something. LA the Shark didn’t die when my career ended. She’s still in here, endlessly trolling the waters looking for something to sink her teeth into. Off to bed now to dream of salads to come, ~LA
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