I have turned into one of those old people I used to laugh
at who has a yard full of cheap garden doodads and baubles. I don’t have
flamingos, plaster ducks and gnomes like my childhood neighbors did but on my
side deck, just outside the window where I sit typing, I have junky dollar
store stuff and plants that have no coordination except I liked them when I saw
them at the garden center. A large pot of pink geraniums sits on one side of
the deck railing clashing with my dog’s red fire hydrant on the other side. On
top of the railing, a huge plastic flower that spins in the wind is dominating
a pot full of moss roses and next to a large thermometer hanging on the railing
is a fruit jar solar light and a red mystery plant I bought hoping it calls
out to the hummingbirds, "Fine dining here!" In my defense, I won that spinning daisy somewhere. I
liked it better when it was bright pink but even sun faded, it still fascinates
me when it takes off at warp speed. If I lived near a wind turbine farm, I’d
probably be zoned-out hypnotized with the slightest breeze.
Up close to the window are two potted tomato plants and a pot
of lettuce. A few days ago I suspected that the rabbits had discovered my
lettuce because I noticed chewing on the lower leaves. Imagine my surprise when
I discovered my dog chomping away on my future salad! He’d better leave my
tomato plants alone! If the number of blooms equals the number of tomatoes I’ll
get 36 on the Chef Jeff’s Tomato Grape and three on the Chef Jeff’s dwarfed
premium patio plant. My sweet basil, mint plant and pot of pansies round out my
‘container garden’ and they all are sitting next to a white plastic chair where
I can sit and hide behind a large rail-hugging container that holds a sweet
potato plant and some colorful foliage plants I can’t spell at the moment and
am too lazy to look up. And have I mentioned the upside down wine bottles
inserted in a plant? In my defense I have another deck and a patio that are
nearly naked. Apparently I like my outdoor clutter where I can see it…or more
importantly where other people can’t see it and laugh at the old lady on the cul-de-sac.
I've posted photos below so you can laugh, if you want. What goes around, comes around.
Now that I’ve filled half my Wednesday word quota up with a tour
of my deck, it’s time to get down to how my week is going so far. I started out
Monday in fine old people form, arriving for an appointment to see my new
dermatologist at 11:45 when the appointment was actually scheduled for 1:45. Oops.
But I got lucky and their 1:45 appointment canceled as I was leaving and they
hustled me back in to fill up the doctor’s time. Quickly, I got nearly naked for a
stranger with a magnifying glass to do a full body mole scan. I’ve had four
basal cell carcinomas removed so this procedure is recommended every year and
he found nothing but a common rash “we all get as we age,” he says. He called
in a prescription so I can quit going around itching the back of my ear and my
belly. I was glad I had a professional pedicure last week because he checked in
between and underneath my toes which my old skin doctor never did in the five
years I’d gone to him. The new doctor is also 20-25 pounds overweight, a nice perk
to have in a doctor who is going to see your unclothed body. If he had been drop dead cute like a TV doctor or too old to care if I die of skin cancer in between my toes, I wouldn’t
have left his office feeling like Goldilocks finding just the right bowl of porridge.
Tuesday I was at the dentist for my real 11:45
appointment of the week. Yup, I had them reversed in my dyslexic brain. He’s
now the only doctor I have who I have to take the expressway and a long drive to
see. And that’s saying something when I have an ear doctor, ophthalmologist, allergist,
internist and orthopedic doctor plus a skin doctor, dentist, chiropractor and a
foot doctor. Remember the good old days when one doctor and a dentist did it
all? Gosh, does that date me! The last half of my week will include my Book Club and the Lunch
and Movie Club so hopefully I’ll have something interesting to think about, if
not to write about.
I did just finish the new James Patterson book that he
co-wrote with Bill Clinton titled, The
President is Missing. I read it in two days--- couldn’t put it down if that
tells you anything. I saw an interview of these two guys and they said the book
is an accurate representation of how the Secret Service works which is the
reason I wanted to read the thriller in the first place. If that’s true---and I
have no reason to doubt them---I’m impressed with how these highly
skilled people work to keep our elected officials safe, not to mention the “toys”
they have at their disposal. But to my non-liberal readers be forewarned that there
was a little bit of “preaching” the kumbaya method of governing at the end
of the book when the president gives an address to Congress but, to me, it just balanced out
the tribalism that was peppered here and there in the plot and most certainly in our nightly
cable news. ©
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| geranium |
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| dwarf tomato, basil and lettuce after picking |
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| pansies |
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| wine bottles |
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| wind spinner |
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| chef Jeff's tomato grape |
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| Levi thinks he's a hummingbird |
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| bird feeder pole turned into a wind chime stand |
