It’s cloudy and we’re supposed to get a little rain today. It’s laundry day here. I’m fighting the urge to plant the fuchsia I bought a few weeks ago for the planter on my balcony rail. We’re not out of frost range yet, but nothing frosts out there and besides, I see unharmed daffodils and violets in people’s yards, so the fuchsia would probably be OK. I’ve been taking them outside daily for a few days. How long does it take plants to acclimatize to the outdoors?
Aw, shucks, folks. It’s nice to feel cared about. And message received. If I route my walk right, I can go by a public restroom. I hate using it because it’s not the cleanest, and the cold-water-only sinks trigger the Raynaud’s, but weighing that against the idiocy of no water, I’m going to suck it up–literally (from a glass, not a toilet).
FCM, whew! You must work at breakneck speed to get done all you get done. I may have missed a post, and if so, sorry, but how is your FIL doing? Are you heading back down there to check?
Wizard, good news about Mrs. Wizard!
hippie, that looks like quite the project! They remove the stump, too, right? Are you just going to fill that in with grass seed then?
cookie, yikes! That’s a lot of money, but whaddya gonna do?
wordy, I wish all my students had had moms like you. I feel sorry for those poor girls who posted. It’s not just the dangers, though those are, of course, the biggest concern; it’s that at that age, they can’t see 10 minutes into the future, and the allure of drama and attention outweigh the future need for privacy.
Emily, wishing you smooth sailing.
Bumba, hope you get into the doc before you have a worse fall.
This is sterling.