Apr. 3rd, 2004

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Didn't leave work until 5:20 last night. Had to wait until the rental people had dropped off vehicles and picked up keys. This weekend, all the fleet vehicles, plus 16 rentals are going out. And, at 4pm yesterday, we were short 8 of the rentals. We're only short 1 van now (since one van-load of athletes got stuck inthe handicapped van, a measure of last resort), and the boss (who normally doesn't work on Saturday) is going to pick that up at 8. Whew. I don't get paid to think this hard.

Only have 3 flats of vinca left to plant, and then I get to water.....oh, joy. But at least watering is restful. The seven bayberries can wait until next week; they're in big pots. May steal some more mint from the greenhouse garden and tuck into the Child Care playground just for giggles. Oh, and must remember to dig that rose up today....Donna was given some root cuttings of a "mystery rose" last summer. They all took, and she ID'd them as Harrison's Yellow...not something she wants 4 of, it gets big and unruly. Figured I'd put mine across the aisle from my pink rugosa, and let them encourage each other. It's a start towards that "circle in a garden" meditative space I want to do at the east end of the iris beds.

My goal for this weekend is sleep, first. Then I'd like to get more of the beds in the front yard, at least, cleaned out for spring. A couple are getting full enough that cleaning up just means cutting back the perennials and raking out the leaves from last fall. Ought to think about dividing a few things, too. Always something to do.

Oh, [livejournal.com profile] classics_cat....remember our talks about 'Sterling Silver' being a tender rose? It's doing fine, even though I didn't mulch it last winter. I'm not sure if 'Spartan' made it through the winter, though.

Talked to my mom last night. Sis went in for her tests this week, and the specialist talked her into the amnio...."do you really want to wonder for the next 5 months?" she asked. Sis hasn't really slept for the past month, and the thought of going another 5 months sleepless and wondering was too much. The baby is a boy, Jake's already named him Allan, why we don't know, nor do we know where he came up with it. But Jake insists.

Also talked to one of my dad's sisters last night....she'd been trying to call my mom for a couple of weeks, and was worried that something had happened. (Last time Aunt J hadn't heard from my mom in two weeks was when Mom had the hysterectomy, and didn't tell anyone but Sis & I & Grandma until afterwards.) Since I had Aunt J on the phone, I asked her if she knew the story behind the carrot whiskey recipe that's in the family cookbook (it's the handwritten cookbook Aunt J's mother started in the 1930's). She says she doesn't know, but she has suspicions about which family members it may have come from, and she'll ask around. She didn't think her mother used the recipe, but she does think her mother got it from family.
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Still tired, still cranky, but all the @#$@#$ vinca is in the ground, and the sprinkler's set, and all the people checking out vans today got vans (or minivans) to drive to their what'sits ......And I am SOOOOO glad I'm leaving at 3:30.

I did get that Harrison's Yellow rose dug up (and that was a challenge all on its own...prickly little bugger, it is), and in a box, to bring home. Now I need to decide exactly where it's going, and how much I want to move, and where that stuff goes. Got to plan for expansion with this thing; it was trying to sucker and spread in Donna's flowerbed.

Had a project idea this morning. Well, kind of a take-off of what I'm playing with right now....In Octavia Butler's book Parable of the Sower, the main character (Lauren Olamina) writes poems, her observations of life, and God. She titles the collection "Earthseed, the books of the living". I've always found them moving, and right now, I'm hand-copying them into one of my practice books. Thought it might be nice, though, to set them up in a nice font, print them out, and bind it special, rather just scrawled in my arthritic handwriting.

A sample:

All that you touch
You Change.

All that you Change
Changes You.

The only lasting truth
Is Change.

God
Is Change.

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