Hot!

Thursday morning was already warm when I arose and promised to get hotter. "Mid-July temps in late May" was the way the weatherman described it. It's supposed to be 84 degrees F. by five o'clock!

When I got home after work and was pulling in the driveway, I noticed the iris in the front was blooming. So, I went out to take a photo for you. You'll notice they are pale blue as compared to the deep purple of the garage side ones. To really see them, you have to click on the picture to enlarge it and then use your Browser's "back" button to return.

Back inside, I began to write out the ToDo list for the weekend. Yes, I said the weekend, as I took Friday off to get more work done. The list ended up being about as long as my arm, BTW.

I want to build a sturdy trellis for the tomatoes this year. The little round cages they sell are too weak and fall over and the big ones my neighbor gave me are too big for my little raised bed. So, I planned that out and made a list for Home Depot, tomorrow.

I double checked my flower, veggie and herb list for the nursery tomorrow as well.

Then I went out and tried fixing the kitchen faucet. I took off the actual faucet and pulled out all the guts (the diverter, the "o" rings, etc.) Note: Everything sorta fell apart as I took it out and I was left with several pieces, in no particular order. I turned on the hot water: It barely bubbled out. Damn! As a test, I turned on the cold water and baptized the kitchen.

So, my second hope was dashed. I put it all back together and turned on the faucets. Water shot everywhere again! I took it all apart and put the pieces back together in a different order. Bingo! No leaks! So, I mopped up all the water from the cupboards, window sill, and counter.

I checked the time and it was almost 8:30! So, I set about making dinner. I reheated some chicken and two ears of sweet corn and ate that at the table. Delicious, still!

I went and checked on the TV listing and taped shows, but nothing really caught my eye. So, I got my book (I'm re-reading the Sea Wolf, by Jack London) and read until bedtime.