Yes, you guessed it:  I’ve been practicing my sawing skills.

What?  You don’t believe me???!!!!

Okay…how about this?  My laptop,  camera, camera card and connecting usb cable with card adaptor attachment are never in the same place when I am (a) able to sit down for an hour, (b) thinking of something fun to blog about or (c) awake.

Go for (c).

Yesterday I went to town by myself.  I bought two enormous tomato plants.  Please do not ask me what I intend to do with them or what kind of tomato plants they are.  I watered them this morning and can’t think about them any more today.  I have no gardening skills. But I am optimistic.  In fact, my Inner Optimistic Gardener wanted to buy basil and dill plants and cherry tomatoes, but the plant store was out of them.

Today I went to town by myself again.  Why?  Because when I arrived home yesterday, there was a message from our drummer, Julie, who said The Peach Man actually had peaches for sale.  I had been there, in The Peach Man’s Tent, twenty minutes before she called.  Which meant I missed the peaches’ delivery by 10 minutes after having been told by The Peach Man’s assistant that there would be no peaches until next week.

I was up at 5 AM, so anxious was I to buy peaches.  I washed dishes and drank coffee and then went back to bed, which wasn’t my original plan, but felt pretty darn good.  After I woke up again I went to town and bought two cases of peaches.

I also went to Walmart, which was a big mistake on a Friday morning on a holiday weekend.  There were hordes (maybe even thousands! millions!!!) of people shopping in there.  I had planned to go to the Walmart Outdoor Center to buy basil and dill plants and cherry tomatoes, but…I couldn’t face it.  After loading up groceries (fruits, vegetables, beans, pesto and sour cream), I stood in line to order a Blimpie Tuscan pannini and a large Diet Pepsi before fleeing back to the lake.

It is a beautiful day, but not a very exciting one to blog about.  If I decide to chop down a tree later, I’ll make sure to bring my camera.

Banjo-joke-of-the-day

How can you tell if there’s a banjo player at your door?

They can’t find the key, the knocking speeds up, and they don’t know when to come in.