Bum watching...

I woke up with the alarm clock on Monday. When I realized I had to go to work, I groaned and got out of bed. I shaved, showered, got dressed and headed out. I didn't wear a jacket as it's supposed to be sunny and 67 degrees F.

At lunchtime I went to Home Depot. I bought some more vegetable seeds, an eight-inch clay pot and bottom dish, a bag of dirt (made for trees and shrubs, they say) and that 3-foot emerald green arborvitae. Then I hit Westborn for some veggies and mushrooms. It wasn't until I got back home to unload everything I realized I should have bought more grapefruit!

Okay, background for the bum story: Last week sometime, I opened the door to the office suite (its card access and you have to go outside the suite to get to the bathrooms). I held it open for a co-worker (Joyce), who thanked me. I said, "After you!" and let her walk in front of me. Why? Because when you are a crip, you are very self-conscious about having people walk behind you (you walk funny and you know it). We walked about 10 feet and she suddenly whirled around and demanded, "Are you looking at my bum?" I laughed and said (honestly), "No, I was looking at your hair!" She has beautiful, waist-length, crinkly red hair, you see.

So, today, I was walking out to the suite door and she was headed that way, too, (behind me). So, I spun around and demanded, "Are you looking at my bum?" She laughed and said, "Yes!" Imagine the ego-boost! Well, it only lasted long enough until she explained, "You have a big clump of cat hair back there!"

She did ask if I wanted her to get it. I said yes (of course) and so got a pretty young girl to grab my butt. Hey, these days, it's the little things...

After work, I switched shoes and then went out to dig a big freaking hole in the front garden. I filled it with a bucket of water and tried the bush in the hole. Nope, too deep! So, I put back in some of the original dirt until the shrub was even with the rest of the garden. Then I poured in the store-bought dirt. I kept fussing with it to make sure it was straight on all sides. Then I tamped the dirt a tad to keep it there and covered it with about three inches of mulch.

I went in the house, washed up and got the camera. I took a few pictures of my efforts (I think I need to transplant some hostas next to it to balance that side of the house). Since I was playing photographer, I went out back and took a photo of the trillium my niece, Hannah, helped me find at my Mom's house last fall, some pretty ground cover I never remember the name of and the Flowering Plum (which is now flowering).

Back inside, I started a load of clothes that I didn't wash over the weekend and checked my messages. There were two, both from Sunday. One from my brother Joe, thanking me for the birthday card I sent him and telling me they are off on another three-week cruise. The other was from my daughter Melissa, who said she really didn't have anything to talk about; she just wanted to get out of doing chores. You gotta love that girl!

I called my friend B___ to find out how his weekend went. We talked until after 8:00 PM, so an elaborate dinner was out of the question. I warmed up some Dinty Moore Beef Stew and cut off two big hunks of that Rustic Italian bread.

I ate that watching some TV, but went to bed early. I was beat!