Today, Tim and I worked on a house. We taped off a room, and then I went back down to paint the woodwork after I got him off to work. I spent the afternoon in the quiet of a 150 year old house, feeling the ghostly sighs of generations long gone, painting, daydreaming about the changes the house has witnessed in its years along the Conewango Creek. It was a pleasant way to spend the afternoon.
I played in the dirt too. I planted 8 mums, 4 asters, some iris that my sister gave me, a fuscia, a butterfly bush, and the two boxwoods that I got at the beginning of the month.
It was nice to work hard on my own projects for a change. It was pleasant to contemplate in silence. The big question today was this: 'Will the day ever come when I have time to plant at the same time that I can afford to buy plants without feeling guilty about it?' I'm really pondering that. I bought 17 plants at Lowe's. 6 of them were not for here, so I don't have to feel badly about that. The other 11...well...yeah...I probably shouldn't have bought them. I would have been bad if I'd paid the full price of $75, but since there was a sale, and I only spent $18.79, well, I'm not really bad but only sort of bad.
I need to stay out of Lowe's Garden Shop. I'm unemployed. I wonder if there is a 12 step program for people like me?
Anyways, that's what I did today.