The pollen, it is KILLING me. I know it affects me this way. I know to check weather.com for daily pollen reports. I know better than to even think about setting foot outside when the pollen warning is high, let alone VERY high. Seeing how I know these things about myself, why in the WORLD did I pick yesterday, when the levels were VERY VERY HIGH, to re-do my garden??? Am so silly sometimes.
Dean has been addicted to playing in our yard lately, which is pretty awesome, especially when he brings me a "flowie." It's less awesome when he finds random dog poop and flings it at me, but whatcha gonna do? Yesterday, he started asking to go outside as soon as we got up. After breakfast and a quick trip to town for new tires for Marcus's truck, we came home and got to work on the garden. We pulled up weeds, pinched plants that needed pinching, pruned others and pulled up the out of control brussels sprout plants that grew to be 5 feet tall but never produced a single solitary sprout. It was at this point we discovered our poor strawberry plant, which never did a thing last year, had 8 flowers on it. We may have berries soon!
After this little excursion, we had lunch, then Dean took a nap. I drank oodles of coffee (yes, more than usual) to combat the worst sore throat I've ever had. I told Marcus of my woes and he told me strep was going around and that I probably had it. THANKS. I should have just gone to bed then.
But I didn't. Mostly because there were promises of O'Charley's, Lowe's and the bookstore and I'm a sucker for yeast rolls, paint chips and best-sellers. At Lowe's I bought new banana pepper plants to replace the ones from last year, plus some yellow squash (Dean's favorite), cucumbers (Marcus's favorite), green bell peppers and basil. My rosemary, parsley and chives survived the winter and are already in full bloom, so my garden, she is full.
When I woke up this morning, I felt like someone had hit me in the face with a waffle iron and stuck a hot piece of charcoal down my throat. I went to the doctor. They did a strep test. I had to sit on my hands while they swabbed my throat because I have this bad habit of involuntarily grabbing people's hands when they put them in my face. As you can imagine, I'm a ball of of fun at the dentist office. (They usually just strap me in.) My strep test was negative, thank God, and I don't have a sinus infection. So home I came, armed with instructions to take Sudafed PE and suffer through it to go back in a week if I'm not better.
In other news, Dean counted backwards from 10 today which FREAKED US OUT. We have this cool bedtime book called "Ten, Nine, Eight" and it counts things backwards from 10 to 1. He pointed to each number and counted backwards. Clearly, he is genius child. He also said "W" the other day in his cute little boy elfin voice. I make him "read" to me every day and I love watching the different things he discovers in his books. My personal favorite is the one featuring "a bones," "a bread," "a milk," "a cheese," and "lettooce." (Lettuce)
My show closes on Sunday. Sure, I'll miss going to the theatre every day, but MAN I'm excited to get my house back in order, cook and eat dinner with my family every evening and sleep in my own bed every night. I actually moved back home full-time last week and it's been nice. The commute's not bad and it gives me a chance to mentally prepare or wind-down, depending on which direction I'm going.
And now, pictures.
And that, friends, is what we've been up to. Yay, spring!