Cracking up about the fanny pack...it was the first thing I noticed (after your shit-eating grin), and I pondered what one has in a fanny pack while weeding? Why does one wear a fanny pack while weeding? What the fuck have I been missing out, by not wearing a fanny pack while weeding? Is a fanny pack the secret to gardening bliss??
I know a couple of gardeners, one IRL, one on a cozy Brit mystery, who always have their fanny packs, so just putting one on gets me in the mood. Here's what I have in it: phone, which is sending stories into my ears to listen to while pulling those mofo weeds. In some ways f.p.'s are a secret to gardening bliss--next time I might drop in chocolate squares and candy. What do you think?
Methinks chocolate and candies may be problematic in your gardening endeavors-requiring the removal of your beauteous glove (sp?!); maybe there is some sort of Willywonkian device you can put in the fanny pack that has liquid chocolate and a straw/tube to your mouth, and then you could realize this particular fantasy. I love that Steve got you said gloves and was bursting with pride after your victory over the weeds!!
Per the zebra blog today: there are all sorts of pics popping up, of the zebra in various places (Pike Place, shopping in Bellevue); my fave that I tried to find to copy and send you is Bigfoot riding on the zebra, through a forest.
But wait…Back to Sunday-WRITING DEADLINE?? Do tell. Are you under contract for a BOOK??? Wowza if so.
And then back to today’s BH: that pic of the man sleeping with the cheetah-blissful, and your reply to Steve, spot on. And the pic of you with your big cats and footies-sigh. Tomcat! I have heard that people with allergies, upon living with a cat again, sometimes adjust and allergies “go away”??
Have a good Thursday and know you are inspirational to me!
Cracking up about the fanny pack...it was the first thing I noticed (after your shit-eating grin), and I pondered what one has in a fanny pack while weeding? Why does one wear a fanny pack while weeding? What the fuck have I been missing out, by not wearing a fanny pack while weeding? Is a fanny pack the secret to gardening bliss??
I know a couple of gardeners, one IRL, one on a cozy Brit mystery, who always have their fanny packs, so just putting one on gets me in the mood. Here's what I have in it: phone, which is sending stories into my ears to listen to while pulling those mofo weeds. In some ways f.p.'s are a secret to gardening bliss--next time I might drop in chocolate squares and candy. What do you think?
Methinks chocolate and candies may be problematic in your gardening endeavors-requiring the removal of your beauteous glove (sp?!); maybe there is some sort of Willywonkian device you can put in the fanny pack that has liquid chocolate and a straw/tube to your mouth, and then you could realize this particular fantasy. I love that Steve got you said gloves and was bursting with pride after your victory over the weeds!!
Per the zebra blog today: there are all sorts of pics popping up, of the zebra in various places (Pike Place, shopping in Bellevue); my fave that I tried to find to copy and send you is Bigfoot riding on the zebra, through a forest.
But wait…Back to Sunday-WRITING DEADLINE?? Do tell. Are you under contract for a BOOK??? Wowza if so.
And then back to today’s BH: that pic of the man sleeping with the cheetah-blissful, and your reply to Steve, spot on. And the pic of you with your big cats and footies-sigh. Tomcat! I have heard that people with allergies, upon living with a cat again, sometimes adjust and allergies “go away”??
Have a good Thursday and know you are inspirational to me!
XO-K