The garden, a mullet and balance

This morning I went out the garden to see how it did through the storm, it did just fine. While there I picked our first handful of peas! I also did some weeding pulling. When we built our raised beds we made them 5 ft wide and place them against the concrete base of the fence. This seemed like a very good idea, that is until we discovered that you can’t reach the back half of the garden. We had to put in some stepping stones, this kind of negates the advantages of raised beds, which is that you don’t have to bend over completely to weed and work with the plants. Not being the most nimble person, I keep my weeding and working to the perimeter and my more agile sister works the back portion. Danna has been down in her back this week so I’ve been the one doing all the weeding this week. This has left our garden neat and trimmed in the front and on the side, and bushy and wild in the back. In short, we have a garden with a mullet.

Today Danna and I were out doing some errands, which we finished up around noon. Just in time to grab some lunch. At first we thought about grabbing something a Wendy’s on the way home but them remembered a couple of friends telling us about a great new place called the Pita Pit and decided to stop there. It had been raining and the place was packed with people. We walked in excited about trying a new place. No sooner had we stepped through the door and I went down on the floor, slipping from my wet shoes. That’s me, the personification of grace and dignity in all that I do! I was really embarrassed and it didn’t help that the whole incident was witnessed by about 50 people and that the manager kept asking if I was alright.

I’m happy to report that the food was excellent and that we will be going back again. As we left I mentioned to Danna that it was a good thing I didn’t kill myself before I had a chance to try it out. Danna said, “Yeah, that would have been the pits.” You know how I love a pun!

I dropped Danna off at her house and helped her carry in her grocery and slipped and fell again! I’m too old for this crap! I went home, carried my groceries to the front door, placed them just inside the door, took off my shoes and carried them to the kitchen, put them away, took 3 Advil and took a nap. I’ll be fitted for my tutu and ballet slippers soon.