2010-10-27 / Loose Ends

Love those weekends

Susan Nienow

Starting Wednesdays I make a list of things I want to do over the weekend like yard work, having someone over for dinner or going to an event I had heard about. By Friday night I am only thinking about not having an alarm clock go off the next morning. Understand that basically we are retirees so the alarm clock goes off at 8 a.m. most mornings – not that we have to be anywhere very often.

For years we got up before the roosters to get everyone off to school and work. I still remember the pain. I am a late night person. Fortunately for our marital state of bliss, so is my other half. So we read before bed or watch the news and weather. It’s not that I am grumpy in the morning. I’m just not ready to face the day before 8 a.m.

Having company over for dinner usually means planning – like inviting someone before 5 p.m. that evening. So more often than not, it is just the two of us. I am not a planner by nature. That’s not exactly true. I have a life plan. I know what I want to do in the future, just not the details.

This is Sunday night. It is the end of another weekend of lists taking us – on paper – from the big-box store to the drugstore and back home to transplant perennials from the pots into the garden. We did make it to the drugstore. The rest lost out to an idea not to put the coffee table back in the living room because it took up so much room.

It has been there for eight years and has always been too big for the spot. It was in our other house where apparently its spot was bigger. That left a void – no place to put a cup of coffee or a magazine – and a perfect shopping opportunity. We did manage to fill that void and buy new “little” cube things and some new pillows for the couch.

Today was one of those “best intentions but got nothing done” days. The weather was perfect to clean out my perennial bed or plant the perennials in my pots into the garden. It seemed like such a good idea when I bought them. It would save money and add to the landscaping instead of the compost heap with the rest of the annuals. The rule was at least one perennial per pot.

Now they all have to be planted. It sounds like I have dozens. It shouldn’t be overwhelming, but when I add them to the “move it over here” list, it is. Those are the plants I thought would be big but aren’t or small but aren’t so they need another home. Also on that list are the perennials that need dividing. That list is smaller every year. Critters are pruning them.

The list rolls over to this Wednesday. Tune in next Sunday evening.

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