I got the tomatoes planted today. In the ground. Sigh. And the marigolds. I dug up the star lilies that were coming up & potted them so we can, if we ever move, take them with us. One bulb broke off deep, so either we’ll have one left out there next year or whoever buys the house will have a pleasant surprise. Last weekend was a baking weekend. This week was a planting weekend. With a little baking thrown in for good measure. We are, apparently, out of bread so I made some. :)

I did some yoga for the first time since I was sick. Lots of tension and peculiar points of resistance. Or maybe not so peculiar, but noted and all that. As I was coming out of savasana a realtor called and wanted to come over — “how does now sound?” P begged 10 minutes. All the beds were unmade, our sheets were being washed, the kids’ stuff scattered everywhere. We made a mad dash to get everything cleaned up & were walking out the side door as they drove up. I hate this routine. I hate it hate it hate it. The kids were over at the neighbor’s playing & knew a realtor was at our house, so P & I took a walk around the block. They were still here, so we crossed the house & went to look at the creek a block from our house. Some time since last fall, it had done a wild sinkhole thing nearly up to the main thoroughfare street. The creek had been sent through a big cement pipe under the street, and… I don’t know — the pipe or tunnel or whatever must not have held. Before we moved in, there’d been a sinkhole that took out, sweartagod, part of a gas station. But this was new damage and it was much bigger than before. I wish I’d taken my camera, but I didn’t. The creek that runs through the far back of the backyard at the Creek House is a small finger stream off the main creek, it’s not The Main Creek, not by a long shot. I’d have substantial reservations if it were The Main Creek. Concerns & reservations are all a moot point though until we know if this one is getting sold.

I can hear M1 snoring in the other room. Heh.

I came in to fix the girls lunch. Sat down from the morning’s work & P comes trotting in & asks if I want to go to the garden store. Um, duh! So we piled the entire family in the car and drove off to the garden store. And we couldn’t just get yard waste bags! Nooo! Mama picked up black pansies, basil, Italian parsley, mint… maybe a few other things. The girls picked out many multi-colored pansies, and watched the big koi in the fish pond, and gleefully ambled down all the little rock paths & asked if we could by that? That? That? How ’bout that? P picked out tomatoes, marigolds, hefted heavy bags of potting soil for mama, and was very patient while all his girls ran amok.

Then we came home & potted many plants but still didn’t quite get through all of them. I thought I was going to have pots big enough to pot tomatoes in, but nooooo… I don’t really want to plant them in the ground, because what if the house sells? On the other hand, if the house sells… I guess we could buy some more. And if not then… damn. At least we’ll have home grown tomatoes, which are, increasingly, the only kind worth eating.

Then we had a tasty grilled salmon & fancy potatoes for dinner, the girls got tossed in the tub while I cleaned the fish tanks, & here we are watching Dirty Jobs. Seems to have been a pretty good day.

My little fairy says, “There are shortcuts to happiness. Dancing is one of them.”