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Saturday slush
Oct. 14th, 2006 12:49 pmIt is now past Saturday noon and I'm still lazing around my apartment in my jammies, slippers, and second-favorite yukata. This is somewhat rare for me, as I'm normally a morning person, but this past week I was (to quote my honored father) busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest and being slow for a while is kinda nice. I slept in till about 7:30, then got up, read, fixed myself a nice brunch (sauteed butternut squash with Chinese five-spice powder, omelet, sourdough biscuits with butter and honey, grapefruit juice, big pot of black tea), read some more. I sometimes envy my married/with children contemporaries, because they rarely have to worry about being alone, but I have to admit that the single life does have its compensations.
Sooner or later I'm going to get dressed, and it really should be sooner because I need to go into work today--I shifted my work hours around this week to accommodate some deadlines. Also, if I don't have the inventory numbers from my department in on Monday morning for our bookkeeper I'll have Colasaurus Rex looking for me, and this is never a good thing. (Note to any future small business owners among my readers: competent bookkeepers are an asset to any business. Competent bookkeepers who generate their own Fear effects are pure gold.)
I also need to haul my container gardens out of my kitchen and back on to my porch. The danger of frost has passed, for now, and so everything goes out for a last week or so of real sunshine. In the meantime I'll be sorting out what I care about enough to find room for inside and what I can bear to let die. I have a bell pepper that I've kept for two summers now, and that has first dibs on my south windows.
Of the tomatoes out back: The Yellow Jelly Bean seems to have come through ok, the Black Russian appears to have sustained some damage. I'm not sure if it's fatal yet but I'm not holding my breath. The one (count them, one) tomato I got off it was tasty, but I don't think it was tasty enough to put up with such a prima donna. A plant that doesn't like heat and doesn't like cold really has no business being in Nebraska.
Sooner or later I'm going to get dressed, and it really should be sooner because I need to go into work today--I shifted my work hours around this week to accommodate some deadlines. Also, if I don't have the inventory numbers from my department in on Monday morning for our bookkeeper I'll have Colasaurus Rex looking for me, and this is never a good thing. (Note to any future small business owners among my readers: competent bookkeepers are an asset to any business. Competent bookkeepers who generate their own Fear effects are pure gold.)
I also need to haul my container gardens out of my kitchen and back on to my porch. The danger of frost has passed, for now, and so everything goes out for a last week or so of real sunshine. In the meantime I'll be sorting out what I care about enough to find room for inside and what I can bear to let die. I have a bell pepper that I've kept for two summers now, and that has first dibs on my south windows.
Of the tomatoes out back: The Yellow Jelly Bean seems to have come through ok, the Black Russian appears to have sustained some damage. I'm not sure if it's fatal yet but I'm not holding my breath. The one (count them, one) tomato I got off it was tasty, but I don't think it was tasty enough to put up with such a prima donna. A plant that doesn't like heat and doesn't like cold really has no business being in Nebraska.
