In the process of a "check off all this crap on the list" mania,
I have been known to get a mite
uh... crabby, moody, frustrated, irritable...
OK generally pissed off
that King Putz planted trees that were way too large for my postage stamp yard,
that they are all deciduous requiring major leaf cleanup and that they were all given to me as Mother's Day gifts so the guilt of
chopping them down and making stump seating and/or ash plate chargers out of them that I could boast about on pinterest
is out of the question..
and my affordable yard cleanup guy who always helps me
this time of year, is in jail.
Allergies, my newest friend the past 4 years
are loving the exposure to all the pollen, leaf mold
and pine buds I am exposing them to.
They are flourishing and rewarding me
with cotton throat and itchy eyes.
If you add that to the torn yoga pants,
coffee stained, once long sleeved t-shirt that I unceremoniously cut the sleeves off, (while I was wearing mind you), braless with the pendulous wonders hanging free, and throw in
my needing to be dyed, 1 inch root showing hair pulled back
in a pony tail so tight, I have an "eye lift" ensemble
well, is it any wonder I do not have a honey
to "DO" the to do list?
Is it a sign of my age that I no longer care who drives by and sees me in the front yard in this condition? They all speed by way too fast, so I am just a blur anyway. I do however try not to bend over with the uh "posterior" of me facing the street.
One does need to follow some neighborhood decorum.
We discuss just about everything, like old friends do, and in the course of the back and forth emails I wrote this to Chania..
"I view it as a neighborhood. There are those that come in for coffee and stay all morning, and feed the dogs while you are away..then there are the ones you see at the mailbox now and again and you both ask about the kids at college and comment on the blight affecting the ash trees in the area and after 15 minutes you wave and go home. Then there are the neighbors you see watering their lawn as you walk the dog and you nod and say good morning and wave at each other's cars as you leave for work. Then there are the neighbors in their car who slowly drive down the street, open the garage door before even turning into their driveway, pull into the garage and begin closing the overhead without even exiting their car. The ones in the neighborhood no one knows...Hey I think there is a blog post in that last paragraph...lol maybe this weekend.."
I often get emails from new bloggers and just as often they bring up trying to grow their blog etc and I always refer them to
I am a Mom, an artist, a designer, an organizer. I live a very small, simple life and cherish my children, great reads, great films and my dear friends. My desert dwelling is by default and my heart still hopes to be somewhere green and lovely some day. I love helping folks achieve their dream spaces and teaching friends to be creative each day. I am so pleased you have stopped by oldgreymare.