End of a long day

As I type this entry, I am indulging in one of the best ways I know to beat the heat: Luigi's Real Italian Ice, which I get at the local grocery. Tart, cold, refreshing, lovely on a hot, humid night.

This is amusing. Bruce Bethke sent it to me.

I am feeling overwhelmed by my house. It's a mess, and the yard is like a jungle. I've never been so disorganized in my gardening as I have this year. I seeded the plot by the garage, and nothing came up. The vegetable plot has tomatoes and basil, but I didn't plant anything else, and weeds are taking over. (Karen, I haven't forgotten your kind offer to come over and help weed, but have been feeling too scattered to even call. Maybe in the next week sometime).

Came home, looked around and groaned, spent an hour picking up the living room and dining room, started two loads of laundry, mowed half the back yard and stuffed a garbage bag full of weeds until the heat and humidity drove me indoors again. Sorta never got around to eating dinner.

*Sigh.* Elinor Dashwood is feeling very forlorn tonight.

Peg