meg’s garden

Funny, this; we’ve talked about having a beagle, in the myriad of “Someday, when pigs fly & dogs cease to smell, I wouldn’t mind having…” discussions over the years. I’m definitely not a dog person, yet I enjoy watching the kennel show championships that are televised on the “Animal Planet” & will do research on breeds that catch my eye. Go figure.

Lots of little things are happening around the garden- more along the lines of normal, everyday events, then anything momentous or highly entertaining. Chris is working long hours, which is de rigueur for this time of year; pretty well sucks sour pickles, as I am getting ready to head off for a week, but the money will come in handy to pay off my gad-about. He actually had to do a road call to Yosemite Friday afternoon- a 3 hour drive at the best of times- in a motor home, on high, winding roads; Sam & I both politely declined accompanying him- the very thought of the drive made me feel car sick. We elected instead to have burritos at the taqueria & go see the new “Harry Potter” movie, which, while only skimming the surface of the story, was quite good. I spent the rest of the evening listening to my dear son crow over the fact that the day our pre-ordered copy of “Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows” arrives at our door (usually by 9:00 am), I will be off in the wilds of Canada watching my brother get married, unable to start the book until I return home. *grrr*

Saturday morning, I headed off to the mall for a little shopping; with all the walking I intend on doing, I felt it was prudent to buy another pair of shoes, as well as a couple of long-sleeve shirts, since the forecast for Vancouver/Whistler area is mid 50’s to low 60’s & rain likely. I also invested in a new purse- my current one is looking a bit ratty- & a large package of batteries for my camera; don’t want to miss any good shots!

While I was off indulging in some retail diversion, the guys went over to donate blood- Sam for the very first time. Chris is a member of the “Gallon Club”- he has type O-positive, so he regularly donates- & Sam has been itching to go along since he turned sixteen. I tell you- that boy was so proud of himself & sported the bandage until Sunday afternoon; now he’s recruiting his buddies to all go together in a couple of months. I’m glad he has taken to this; I had to give up donating a couple years ago- my veins will not cooperate & it usually takes at least three tries to get one that flows, even just drawing for blood tests at the doctor. I try once a year, & usually end up getting sent home with a polite “Thanks anyway- maybe next time.”

Well, my lists are growing, along with my travel folder; tomorrow is my last day of work for 12 lovely days. Wednesday will be spent getting my nails done, packing my suitcase, & stocking the larder for the guys, so they will hopefully eat at home while I’m away. I’m debating whether or not to go to dance class tonight; it’s been a couple of months since I’ve gone & will be a couple of weeks before I’ll be back, but with adjudication looming the first weekend in September, I feel like I need to get back in the swing. I will check in again before I head off- ciao!