Say It Isn't So!

I’m a few days behind watching the tv shows I taped.

That said . . . there is absolutely no way that John Lock can be dead! He’s the magic of the island. The island loves him. It cured him. So the bullet that Other Ben shot him with cannot have pierced anything vital and the wound will heal.

Why is the guy who found young runaway Ben the same guy who is with the Others now—and he has not aged day one.

I hate Juliet—I don’t care if she’s a reformed Other or not. Jack, why must you be so stupid.

Dear Lost producers and writers:

1. Stop introducing so many new characters. Who’s this Naomi person anyway? Why do we care about her at all?

2. People you’d better not fuck with and/or kill off (after you did so to Mr. Eco): Sun, Sayid, Desmond, Kate, Jack, Lock, Hurley and the chair who talks to Ben (haha).
(The Lost Credits: “Chair-who-talks-to-Ben played by Laa Z Boyy”)

3. Will Walt and Michael ever come back? Where are Rose and Bernard?

4. People who you can kill off and I’d say Good Riddance: Charlie (I detest that hobbit), Claire, Rosseau, Ben.

Garden/Stuff

I was ordered to update (cough, cough, Respighi cough) so here goes:

1. My spring garden looks good; columbine, iris, chives, and lupines are blooming. My poppies are at the stage I love . . .lots and lots of pre-bloom fuzzy testicle-like orbs.
The three shrub (disease resistant—uh huh) roses finally arrived from Heirloom Roses. Bonica and two Fairys. I’ll plant them when I can.

2. LP’s signed up for driver’s education beginning in June. If you see Kath—tell her to light a candle for me.

3. Things at work: bad and low morale all around.

4. The paintings I’ve done are cool if I do say so myself. I’d post them but my fragile artist's ego couldn’t take the abuse.

Primary

Today is primary day here in Indiana.
Mayor and council people.
We need more women running for office.
I voted.

My Butt Hurts

My butt hurts. No, it’s not from anal sex—do you think you accidentally stumbled upon Traceebrat’s blog??! My butt hurts because I gardened all day yesterday.

I planted my containers with herbs, dwarf cannas, elephant ears, replanted some of the catmint I had dug up earlier, new lavender, and annuals.

Lots and lots of annuals: verbena, Wave petunias, ornamental sweet potato plants, heliotrope, and my new favorite, stock (some people call it gillyflower--although I've also heard dianthus referred to as gillyflower). Buy some stock. It’s got a wonderfully delicious scent that is really noticeable in the evening. Comes in a variety of colors—I bought white, lavender and a pinky mauve.

I dug, watered, fertilized and mulch and that is why my butt and thighs hurt.

Queen at Kentucky Derby

Here's a picture of a smiling Queen Elizabeth taken at yesterday's Kentucky Derby, SPIDEY--for you. Another lovely hat, I must say. Is the Queen the only woman in 2007 who regularly wears hats? I've blogged about this before. I'm old enough to remember when women (my mother) never went to any event--or church--without a chappeau. My mother had lots of hats in hatboxes, now her favorite hat is a baseball cap with "NAVY" and the Navy's insignia on it.