First, for those of my buddies in Atlantic Canada – stay safe – don’t take chances, Dorian is nothing to mess around with. Ping us to keep us updated on facebook if you can.
For those of you not in it’s path and who want to help, you can donate to help those in the Bahamas by searching for ‘Bahamas-help’ and sticking to
websites ending in .org or .gov. (Like https://donate.unicefusa.org
And…on to my regularly scheduled blog…
I heard a quiet sort of gnawing sound coming from the leg of my kitchen table that’s been in the family for about a hundred years. I look past my salmon and rice and broccoli and see Duke, AKA Dennis the Menace, CHEWING my table leg.
I have no words.
Why is he doing this now? Why the table leg? What could he possibly get out of chewing varnished wood? Why is he staring at me while he chews? Does he WANT me to scream at him? WHAT IS THIS DOG’S PROBLEM!?!?
I have mostly resolved his other favorite game, you know, that complicated ‘Terrorize Toby’ game where he chases my poor old man around the house and nips at his back legs. So, thank you water bottle. I don’t even have to spray him anymore, I just wave it in front of him and he backs off.
Anyway, we’re all managing and Toby’s done his cold laser therapy so, there’s that silver lining.
My two and a half year old was sick this week, and I got to call in sick to my second day of work at my new job, which I was reluctant to do. He had a mild fever, around 100 when I picked him up from school on Thursday and it stayed around a 100 in the morning. I scheduled a doctor appointment just in case and it’s good I did because the doctor confirmed an ear infection and that night he spiked a fever of 105. I kid you not.
One. Hundred. And. Five. My five year old was crying because I wasn’t staying with her until she fell asleep and my two year old is burning up with a fever so high I have concerns, valid concerns, about his brain overheating.
I stripped the sheets from him to cool him down, Tylenol, Advil, cold compresses and prayers and 45 minutes later he was down to 101. Scariest 45 minutes of my life, at least since the last time he had a high fever/ran into a parking lot/banged his head on the window/tripped over a toy and bumped his head/stuck his fingers in a strange dog’s mouth…I digress.
Little guy is down to a 98.6 all day today and acting like his normal self. He bounces back so quick it could give you whiplash, thank goodness.
And now to the point of this whole blog…getting the garden ready for fall!
In Texas our seasons are reversed and NOW is the time to clean out what has died during our drought of a summer and plan for the new year!
Oh the wonderful feeling of a fresh, clean garden with new topsoil mixed lovingly with compost, all my drip lines arranged and buried, ahhh what satisfaction! #gardengeek.
Weirdly my Basil is propagating and loving the heat – way past their expiration date – other than that and some roses and blueberry bushes and of course my old-man Oregano patch that’s been there since we moved here, the garden is bare and waiting to be filled! We’re planting radishes and beets in a week, then lima beans and peas. It. Is. Going. To. Be. Awesome!
My daughter and I planted pumpkin seeds today, and she asked me, “Am I gardening!?”
And I laughed and said, “Yes!”
She grinned, and I grinned, and I realized another wonderful plus to being a gardener, your kids get to play in the dirt with you. How fun is that?
Hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul. Alfred Austin