Easily Distracted by Shiny Things

Some days, there are things happening in one's life that are big enough to really want talking about, but which just aren't appropriate for a public journal. Or, sometimes, just can't be easily discussed at this time.

This has been one of those weeks.

(All is well with me and Colin. I might have a very slight cold.)

So I'll talk about gardening.

I bought plants. Some I have even planted, mostly in pots. Others I can't because Colin needs to dig out a chunk of my usual garden area, and others I can't because I only just raked out the area I mean to use to make a new garden patch tonight. Digging it out and all that is for tomorrow. (The part of tomorrow where I don't drop off my passport application, that is.)

Nominally, this is late. But the hanging basket mom gave us suffered badly for being hung out at what was the appropriate time (Just after Victoria Day) as it got hit by one more frost. And most of the plants I've bought, while larger than they would be if bought in a more timely fashion, aren't quite at the point of suffering for being trapped in 4" pots.

Feeling kind of apathetic about doing things like writing and pottery and mandolin. (Goes with the not-talking-about-it thing, I suspect). But got some of the first done anyhow, and have things set up to do the second. I haven't been practicing the third as much as usual, but that's next on the agenda for tonight (And, not incidentally, last before bedtime.)

I get to go see Ruthie Foster and Blind Boys of Alabama on Wednesday! Mom and I, that is. I know Ruthie does a good show, And I've heard nothing short of enthusiasm about the Blind Boys from anyone who likes their style of gospel at all.

And Friday, I miss Heather Dale as it's the archery competition for our June SCA event. I hope she gets a good turnout. This is another Shakespearean event, complete with permission to go Midsummer Night's Dream and fairy - so I can use my old Rags, Tags, and Velvet fairy outfit. If it fits enough (Which it should, but...)