My Own Contradictions

I keep marveling at the fact that I'll soon be 54 years old. The number seems so ancient, even decrepit, yet I've not slowed down. I'm still uber ambitious, driven and determined, even though I'm so anchored and constantly demanded here at home. A stay-at-home mom who prayed for a very long time to have this opportunity, I now have no desire to be out in the real world, but I have a mental list of projects here that exceeds the remaining 54 years in which I may still have to accomplish everything.

One of which would be a more detailed, precise manner of farming/gardening which would include charts and weights. For example, I need to chart when I started planting the lettuce, when I started eating it, and how much I produced, plus the dates of which varieties went to seed too fast. I think I'm at the end of the Thai Green leaf lettuce and this beautiful purple variety never grew very tall, each leaf ruffley and tightly curled while adding great beauty to any salad with red radishes, white onions, dark green leaf lettuces, and my usual red oak leaf lettuce that didn't germinate well this year. I'll soon forget all these details, time is so pressing that I can either chart it all, or try and keep up with the weeding demands, but trying to get both done sure isn't happening for me.

Paloma's good behavior facade has cracked several times as expected. Re-directing her, reminding her of Dr. Mandy's behavior program, so far she's holding on by the skin of her teeth, while Scotty has simmered, hysterically cried over nothing, anything and everything, and yelled for three long days.

Memaw and Mayra had picked out plaid polo shorts for The Bubbas yesyterday at yard sales. For $5 we got three pairs of shorts and three belts and my guys got up early, dressed for church this morning, looking handsome. These same shorts cost SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS each! Am I yelling? Sorry, I just find that shocking. Mayra paid $1 for a new church dress, tags still on it, as so many folks shop recreationally and then have too much stuff from which we later greatly benefit.

I did my heavy duty Wal-Mart shopping on a Saturday like an idiot. I had five kids with me helping and it takes us a long time to navigate our list while talking to so many folks we see and know. I'd bought a box of five dozen eggs that we totally used up last night when I made french toast with some bread given to us by Buddy the Bread Man. We ran out before it was my turn to eat since I eat last. Like I care? Honey, I bunny-hopped out the back door and picked a very gigantium bowl of lettuce to which I added grated cheese, balsamic vingar, flax seeds and sunflower seeds finishing it all off with my raspberries that don't grow as well in Georgia as they do in Paula's world. It's been 97 degrees several afternoons this week, hence the extended pool time for us.

Sarah blogged again while her husband and son went fishing yesterday. I share her angst over this issue, although it's more of a non-issue for me as I don't go anywhere, my greater concern is the radiation from cell phones and wireless computers.