Today is Thursday. As usual, life changes. I change. I have been a little under the weather this week, but that’s not the only reason I haven’t gotten around to blogging until now.
I’ve taken on other responsibilities and also have to care for my mother. I’m thinking that I’m just not going to have time to devote to an inspirational blog. I have to think when I do a devotional-type post. Not always easy for me to do.
I’ve decided to change the direction—at least for now. I’m not going to preplan—not that I ever preplanned much anyway. Instead, I’ll become a SOMP blogger. (That stands for Seat-of-my-pants;)
I’m not a panster. I would say I’m a planster—half planner and half panster.
So, we’ll see how that goes.
Did y’all watch American Idol last night? I’m upset about the obvious manipulation—at least it seems that way to me. Most reality shows are not reality shows at all. The producers choose which clips to show us and, if they wish to eliminate a contestant, they show a clip to portray the contestant in the worst possible light. Of course, how much reality can there be when a camera is focused on your every move?
Still, I enjoy the singing—even if the judges are not judges but manipulators.
On another note, we planted a “garden” the other day. I’ve been wanting to try raised gardening beds for a while. We had a doghouse my husband built a few years ago. We flipped it over (Since the dog does not sleep in the doghouse but has commandeered the chair on my front porch, no dog was hurt in the process.)
With a little manipulation, voila! We created a raised garden. It’s just the right height so that we can work the “garden” without hurting our backs. Some of the things we planted were squash, cucumbers, eggplants, tomatoes, peppers, turnips, and collards. I’m not sure if this is going to work, but so far the plants are growing and look healthy.
I hope it works. If it does, we’ll add more raised planters next year.
A funny thing happened this morning. Two grown rabbits hopped into our back yard and stood looking at our “garden.”
I know what they were thinking. “Well played, lazy gardeners. Well played.”