Spent Saturday working in the garden clearing the last of the winter debris and preparing the beds for seed. At quarter to six, we stopped our labor, made Dark and Stormy's, grabbed a bowl of chips and sat on the patio in the sunshine waiting for the "Rapture."Nothing happened. So we finished our drinks, stepped over a few snoozing working cats and went in to make dinner. Just before I went in I took a picture of our crabapples which were looking particularly fine.
The rest of the weekend I spent working on several different paintings-none of which are finished. Just added a little here and there but no voice said "Ok. You're done".
My flowers got a little less dull and my girl got a little more sad. I forgot to mention that Friday night was daughter #4's prom. A milestone. No more proms for us. No more girls falling down the stairs in their high heels. Wait a moment. Scratch that. They probably will still do that. Her date was apparently a member of Starfleet Academy. He wore a Starfleet uniform instead of a tux and was somewhat late. Maybe Mr. Scott had problems with the transporter. Anyway daughter #3 was having none of that. When he finally pulled into the driveway, she hung her head out the door and yelled, "Get in here Spock!" Your sister will always take care of you...
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