HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!/Dream

Top ‘o the morning to you and Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Yesterday I dug out two overgrown lavender plants and today I have to cut back my ornamental grasses and that should be the end of my clean up.
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I had a strange dream last night. It was not exactly cohesive, more like little vignettes strung together:

--There was a huge barn, almost empty. Apparently people had to move. Huge wooden beams exposed in the ceiling and there was a shiny brass lock on the door. I was fiddling with the lock and it came apart in my hands and I remember thinking, “Oh crap, I broke it.” But on the air appeared a map to follow to fix it. I usually hate reading directions, but I did, and repaired the lock.

--I was outside and glanced up in the air and saw this beautiful big Black woman standing up in an open chariot. I remember she was wearing a flowing red and yellow, sort of Asian-looking, gown. She was the most stunning thing I had ever seen. Two other people were with her: One was driving the chariot and the other was holding onto her legs. When they landed she was screaming excitedly that she had won the Miss America pageant. She hugged me so hard and asked if I wanted to work for her.

--I was inside of my house, in the backroom and two gigantic men came through the back door and the cat jumped up on one and they were both so interested in her, they had never seen a cat before and I said, “You need to give her back to me. She not used to you. And you need to leave my house. You don’t have permission to be here.” They smiled and handed back Miss Kiks and left.


--BP and I were riding bicycles down this very winding lane and came upon this really beautiful house. Except for grass, it was totally devoid of plantings and I said to him, “That house would be perfect with some trees, shrubs and other landscaping.” And he said, “And it needs a water feature and some bicycles or a few children’s toys out in front to show some signs of life. And all those things suddenly appeared before our eyes, and this place looked magnificent.

"Where are you Kiki Marie?!!"

Yesterday we had a violent lightning/thunderstorm which lasted from about 6pm into the night. I swear we got 2 to 3 inches of rain. Anyway around 8 LP asked me where the cat was. I didn't know so, we started looking for her. We looked EVERYWHERE. She wouldn't come when we called. She wouldn't come when I shook her food dish. She wouldn't come when BP open and shut the baseement door (she loves to go exploring down there when he goes down there to smoke.) She wouldn'e come when I sprayed room deodorizer (she always comes out from wherever she is when an aerosol can is sprayed.)
I got the sinking feeling she may have run past LP when he opened the front door when he came home at 7. She's done that before but she always just jumps up on the bench to get a good view of my birdfeeders. I looked outside on the porch. No cat. I called. No cat. I looked around the house (as far as I could without getting wet.) No cat.
Then BP called out that he found her. We had looked under every piece of furniture in the house except the green chair in the living room. BP lifted the chair and there she was looking scared as hell. She slunk slow and low away until I scooped her up. That thunder must have scared the bejezus out out of her. Poor lil Kiki Marie.

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After being in the 70s yesterday, this morning it's COLD outside! But the rain's supposed to stop sometime this afternoon. Good!

I'm taking today and tomorrow off of work. Next week I'm leaving for a business trip to Orlando and I'll be gone for five days.

Weather/Clean Up Work

It was absolutely beautiful weather here today! I left work at noon and worked in my yard most of the afternoon.
I dug up a five year old hyssop bush.
I dug up a five foot wide patch of catmint. I saved a bit to maybe transplant elsewhere later.
I dug up some Sedum Autumn Joy to transplant elsewhere.
I cut back coneflowers and my seven foot tall Buddelia.
I raked some fall leaves from the beds.
I raked smooth all bare areas. Planting time, I'll put in some red daylilies (I don't care for them, but BP likes them so I'll make a space.) A few weeks ago I also bought some elephant ears and some cannas (for the hummers) that I have no idea where I'll put but I 'll work them in somewhere.
I'll probably feel all that digging in my legs, butt and back tomorrow.

List of things to buy before May:
I need at least one new lavender plant.
Several bags of potting/top soil.
Several bags of pine bark mulch.
Herbs: lots of flat leaf parsley, rosemary, thyme, and two or three different basils (not the ball less English Basil we all know and love!) pineapple sage and some mint.
Lots of container/bedding plants.

BP has also (reluctantly) agreed to put in a paver path for me from the backdoor out to the shed. LP doesn't know it yet but he'll be happy to assist with the digging and hauling.

An Homage to Dead Comics (Part 1)

Mitch Hedberg:

--When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy so they start a waiting list, they say, "Dufrenes, party of two, table ready for Dufrenes, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say the name again: "Dufrenes, party of two." But then if no one answers, they'll move on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufrenes? No one seems to care. Who can eat at a time like this? People are missing. You people are selfish. The Dufrenes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry. That's a double whammy. We need help. "Bush, search party of three. You can eat once you find the Dufrenes."

--I hate turkeys. If you stand in the meat section at the grocery store long enough, you start to get mad at turkeys. There's turkey ham, turkey bologna, turkey pastromi. Some one needs to tell the turkey, "Man, just be yourself." I used to draw you.

--Every book is a children's book if the kid can read!


--I hate turtlenecks. Wearing a turtleneck is like being strangled by a really weak guy. All day. Like, if you wear a turtleneck and a backpack, it's like a weak midget trying to bring you down.

--If carrots got you drunk rabbits would be fucked up.

--I bought a doughnut, and they gave me a receipt. There is no need for that, man. I'll just give you the money, you give me the doughnut. End of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I cannot imagine a situation in which I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend: "Hey man! Don't even act like I didn't buy that doughnut! I got the documentation right here...damn...I forgot it at home... it's in the filing cabinet...under D...for doughnut."



Richard Jeni:

“I think that's how Chicago got started. A bunch of people in New York said, 'Gee, I'm enjoying the crime and the poverty, but it just isn't cold enough, let's go west.'”



Sam Kinison:

--There's no happy ending to cocaine. You either die, you go to jail, or else you run out.

--Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the Fuck out of everybody!



Lenny Bruce:

--A lot of people say to me, "Why did you kill Christ?" "I dunno... it was one of those parties, got out of hand, you know." "We killed him because he didn't want to become a doctor, that's why we killed him."

--I hate small towns because once you've seen the cannon in the park there's nothing else to do.

--If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses.

Spring Forward/Blogger/Early Digging

Daylight Savings Time. Blech. I've changed four clocks, have several more to do plus my VCR. Please. Someone remind me to do this before I want to tape something.

After many many months on Blogger, I finally figured out how to put my own links on the page. Applaude me. My tip would be: If you 're going to do a lot of links, periodically save the template, because sooner or later you'll forget and nagivate away from that page and OOPS your changes and hard work will disappear.

It looks absolutely gorgeous ouside today. Here's my problem: I want to dig up a butt load of catmint and a ratty overgrown hyssop plant/bush and replace them with some other stuff. I want to do the digging now because the grounds been so wet that I figure they'll come out easier. But I don't know if I want to go through the hassle just yet. Really, I have to go to Menard's first and get some big bags of soil. So there's my problem.

Oh! Yesterday I bought a 2007 Farmer's Almanac Seasonal Gardening Guide and it has some good articles: Luther Burbank and His Passion for Plants, Global Warming and Your Garden, The Enchanted--and Enchanting-World of GARDEN GNOMES, The Queen of Herbs (I'll let you guess what it is. Hint: It's one of my favorites.) It was $4.99 well spent.