I’ve already mentioned, in a previous post, the two pet losses we suffered, last week, and the sick, ‘egg bound’ chicken we dealt with, but I didn’t mention the other sick cat we’re dealing with, now. His name is “Drake” (another shelter rescue), but I’m not sure how old he is. I know he’s older than eleven, because he was fully grown when I brought him home in 2004. I suppose caring for aged cats will become a way of life, for a while, since most of our cats are now over the age of ten. We still have eleven cats left–but, eleven years ago, there were twenty-two of them!
When it rains it pours, and that’s exactly what it did at our house, on Easter Sunday, therefore, we couldn’t have our usual egg hunt. The grandchildren were really disappointed, but I’ve already mentioned that in an earlier post, too. However, the grandchildren were able to gather at our house, on Saturday afternoon, to dye some eggs.
Unfortunately, all four ‘grands’ had already been to church egg hunts, earlier in the day, and weren’t really interested in dying eggs. They were more interested in playing with each other outside! They colored three or four eggs each, then off they went. Evan, our youngest grandchild, (who is 2 1/2) wasn’t interested in coloring eggs at all, but he was interested in holding the finished products!
Due to the rain, we didn’t get to make our usual outside Easter family picture, this year. In fact, Ed and I didn’t have our pictures taken at all. We were too busy doing kitchen duty to worry about such things. Everybody else had their picture taken, at some point during the day.
four-year-old Chase taking his mom and older brother’s picture
Although we didn’t have our egg hunt and we didn’t get our picture taken, at least nobody ended up with a broken arm, like last year.
Ed and I had overnight guests, on the Monday after Easter. My brother and his wife stopped by on their way back to Florida. As always, we enjoyed their visit, even though it was a short one. We had Easter left-overs for supper.
On Wednesday, I had to make a trip into the city to visit the gynecologist for my yearly checkup. I spent two and one-half hours in the doctor’s office–then had two pelvic exams, by two different people! (Talk about cruel and unusual punishment!) When I gave permission for a medical student to “shadow” my doctor during my exam, I didn’t realize the doctor was going to ask my permission for the student to repeat the pelvic exam, too! Talk about an awkward moment–it was.
Speaking of awkward moments, yesterday, I was trying to help Ed rake some pine straw, for the flower beds, when I looked down and discovered something that looked an awful lot like poison ivy touching my lower leg! I quickly put down the rake, and went inside to find my bottle of Technu. I scrubbed my leg with Technu twice! I washed my leg so much, I scrubbed off my self-tanner! I’m hoping (and praying) I don’t break out, because I’m terribly allergic to poison ivy.
“the salad table”
I think I’ve finally discovered “my kind of gardening”. It requires no bending! Ed bought a cute little gardening table for me at the end of last summer. I recently filled it with all kinds of seeds and plants, so I jokingly refer to it as “the salad table”. You’ll find lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and radishes growing in “the salad table”. It will be interesting to see how it turns out.
left to right – onions, potatoes, garden peas
Our regular garden is coming along, slowly. The green beans, squash, cucumbers, carrots, and okra are all coming up. The tomato, cabbage, and lettuce plants we planted are doing okay, but they don’t seem to be as healthy as in other years. Several plants have died, for some reason, and I hate that. Meanwhile, the Irish potatoes, garden peas, and onions seem to be doing fine.
It’s supposed to be a rainy weekend here, so I guess it will be a restful weekend for us. They are predicting some stormy weather for Saturday, including possible hail, so I’m concerned about the garden.
Today is April Fool’s Day, and is also my late father-in-law’s birthday. He always liked to joke around and say he was “an April fool”. He was no fool, but he was a WWII veteran, and a good man who would help anybody in any way he could. He loved his wife and family dearly. He was also a very good cook who made the best fried chicken I’ve ever tasted. He could take one fryer and feed a dozen people!
Happy Birthday, in heaven, “Grandpa”.