Other than the less than stellar Thanksgiving day feast (see prior post), I had a very productive weekend. I FINALLY planted my vegetable garden. Our puny backyard bed which measures a meer 12′ x 6′ last year gave us more lettuce and spinach than we could eat! I procrastinated on planting because a) it’s still SO hot here in Tempe, AZ, b) the bed was a total mess from being neglected for six months, and c) I couldn’t pawn the work off on Hubby because a few weeks ago, he hurt his back. I put on my gardening shoes and worked hard for hours while listening to good music and (annoyingly) the neighbor’s dog yapping on the other side of the fence. (Six months ago we got new neighbors, and I am optimistic that their horrible dog is elderly and on the brink of death.) In my garden, I was able to scrape off a 2″ layer of fragrant mesquite leaves, plus pull out a summer’s worth of spurge weed, turn over the dirt, water the hell out of it, and the next day planted rows of spinach, mixed mesclun (that’s lettuce for you gardening newbies), green onions, and carrots. Hubby bought me two tomato plants which I will get in the ground tomorrow. It was a lot of hard work, but last year this small plot brought me so much joy . . . and beaucoup salads!
Another accomplishment to crow about is getting our Christmas decor boxes down from the attics. Good Lord, this is NOT an easy job. It’s easy for me: Each day I say to Hubby, “Gosh, I’m hoping you can get those boxes down for me so I can decorate for Christmas. I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” accompanied by suggestive winking. Usually this works, and I can stand at the bottom of the ladder voicing concern with comments like, “Are you okay?” and “Don’t hurt yourself!” and “I’m holding the ladder steady!”
This year, Hubby has a bad back, so I had to beg our son, William, (home from college for the weekend) to please, please, please get the boxes down. He was surprisingly cheery about it, although was clearly nervous while perched on the very top of the ladder trying to coax hard-to-reach boxes into his hands, then pass them down. But with encouragement from me and help from Hubby, all ten boxes were retrieved from two attics. One attic is over the kids’ shower, so that involves the ladder balancing half on the tile and half in the shower stall. The other attic is over the garage, but the rod that the garage door hangs on goes midway over the hole. Every year I look at Hubby and say, “Why can’t we make that hole larger???” The lesson to be taken from this long story is that now that poor William has shown he can do this job, he will likely be doing it for us next year . . . and the year after, and the year after (methinks with an evil smile).
Other than that, over the weekend we had two lovely dinners with two different groups of old, dear, and hilarious friends (laughing with friends is one of the best things in life, don’t you agree?). Hubby took me on a day date to the Phoenix Art Museum where we admired favorite exhibits such as Black Cloud and You Who Are Being Obliterated by Fireflies. So beautiful and magical, and we felt like we were on vacation, even though we never left our home town.
Crossed fingers that this cursed heat will pack its bags and leave. I’m reminded of that movie Groundhogs Day, in that you wake up each day and think things will have changed. But no! Here in Tempe, AZ, it is still summer! Today it was 88 degrees! I love love love love love love love Christmas, and I’m so excited about this coming holiday season. Perhaps we will be eating Christmas dinner in shorts after a swim?