Ever since I started blogging I have been grossly neglecting everything else in my life, so I've been trying to play ketchup for the last week. I'm not even close to catching up yet. My new housekeeper doesn't do laundry or ironing, so I've given up on ever finding someone to iron. I've slowly been working through my pile of ironing, which is equivalent to having a root canal times 100. I've barely even made a dent and it's beginning to depress me. It's like the never ending pile of ironing. I swear it's multiplying while I sleep.
In addition to that I've also been trying to trim all the shrubs in the backyard because our yard man only mows, edges and blows the cuttings into the street so that it can all blow back after he leaves. Everything is hugely overgrown because I haven't done it since last Fall, so now I'm paying the price. My arms are aching from holding that damn electric thingy I trim the shrubs with. However, I feel lucky to still be in pocession of all my digits.
I'm still working on getting the vegetable garden ready, so that I can finally plant. We should be enjoying something fresh to eat by the end of June, which is the latest garden I've ever had. At least I finished the patio and repotting all the plants. I went through 3 extra large bags of potting soil in the process and got everything cleaned up after the harsh dirt storms we have all winter long. Frankly, as much as I enjoy having a garden, I'm done with it after this year. The physical work is becoming too much for me at this age and you can't pay anyone to do this, as far as I know. I'm tired of the toll it's taking on my nails and hands, my back, my feet... Oh, whatever! It's taking a toll on my entire body and I'd kind of like to save what little I've got left for moving sometime in the near future. Or not.
Then today, I spent the better part of the afternoon trying to find the lizzard that our cat Trouble brought in the house and then promptly let go. I kept hearing it scratching about in my den/office on the wood floor and it was making me nuts. I finally stopped looking when the sounds stopped. I figure I'll find it when the smell tells me where it is. Obviously, I've been through this before. Apparently, leaving her kill on the doorstep simply wasn't enough. She had to kick it up a level and bring them inside. So that she could let them go and die in obscure spots around the house. To be found later, when they are petrified. It's my least favorite part about having a cat. Well, this cat. All of the other cats I've ever had have always eaten their kill on the doorstep, like any normal cat.
Anyway, I'm exhausted beyond belief and I'm going to bed now. Well, as soon as I dig the inch or so of dirt out from under my fingernails. And throw away the cold, deceased lizard I just stepped on with my bare foot, on my way back from the kitchen. Oh great, I found him before he stinks at any rate.
This is where our genius cat lost the lizzard...