Thursday, 18 February 2016
I most certainly did not expect to work today; we had every expectation of bad weather, and when we awoke to rain and the sight of the gale flags flying at the port, we relaxed into a day off. I received an email regarding an exciting book at the library, which Allan would pick up for me, and then I would sit and read it all day long.
Meanwhile, I thought that today was the day that Smokey could go outside. We examined his paw wound carefully and it seemed nicely closed up.
Smokey got outfitted for the outdoors by having his BirdsBeSafe collar installed.
This pretty much eliminates one good reason to keep him indoors all the time (cat depredation of birds, which the collar seems to effectively curtail). The other is that he would be, of course, safer indoors. So would I be, and I feel claustrophobic and unable to breathe at the very thought of never getting outdoors into the garden, so…that is why my cats (who I do not feel I OWN) get to make their own choices in the matter. I also respect all cats who stay indoors all the time.
Soon he was back to the same pose as the one that greeted me before breakfast:
Perhaps the weather was unappealing to him.
Shortly after that, the sun emerged and I suggested we get one job done. Allan later said that he had on his light shoes, and that he had made French toast (a day-off breakfast, already consumed), and was about to go on an exercise walk. But he agreed to work so off we went to…
The Depot Restaurant
I should have added lime here, and had lime with me, and thought of it, and then forgot. When we do the clean up of Marilyn’s garden, we are bringing down some divisions of the tallest Miscanthus because Chef Michael would like this side of the deck to have the same sense of enclosure as the east side.
We were fortunate in that Chef Michael gave us some creamy squash and potato soup to take home; that will make a wonderful dinner.
We had filled the trailer with debris, calling for a trip to the dump. As we finished offloading, the rain began. Our timing had been perfect.
On the way home, we drove by Diane’s garden and I fretted to myself that the Stipa gigantea urgently needs trimming, as do the Sedum ‘Autumn Joy’. I am terribly worried that the looming multiple doctors’ appointments will interfere with work (supposing something is wrong) and I have a luncheon engagement tomorrow (and it is supposed to be stormy) and I don’t like to work at private gardens on the weekends, and …worry, worry, worry.
Other than that, the work board is coming along well.
Smokey was back in. I fretted anxiously over his paw, had Allan look at it closely with the flashlight, gave it hydrogen peroxide and the special vet ointment and hoped I had not let him out too soon.
Our weekly North Beach Garden Gang meeting is delayed till Friday evening because Todd, Dave, and Melissa went to the garden show in Seattle today. That is too much road time in one day for my nerves. Todd sent this photo with the caption “Smokey escaped!”
And this one, which long time readers of this blog will know is a joke:
Now…for that Dan Pearson book.
Ginger’s Garden Diaries
entries from my mom’s diaries from two decades ago that correspond with today:
1997 (age 72):
Feb 18: Some of the tomato plants [from seed] are up!
1998 (age 73)
Feb 18: I planned on working with my begonia bulbs in shop but I stopped to mend my garden jacket and then I took off the hood and resewed the collar. By that time it was after 4 so I built my evening fire and didn’t accomplish anything except repairing my jacket.