Early in the morning, I finish planting the last (I hope) of
the damage control plants in my suffering flower beds at the farmette. And I
try to be nice to Isis, even though he and I need to have a little talk about his
love of going in and out of the farmhouse all night long.
And early in the morning (for us) – Ed and I eat breakfast on the screened porch.
Late in the morning I load the car with potted flowers – the
ones I picked up for my little girl who, too, has moved – still to a Chicago city
apartment, but one with outdoor deck space. One that can hold nice, Wisconsin
flowers in big clay pots. Off I drive to the big city.
Early in the afternoon, I unload the pots, place them on her deck, see my working
girl briefly, admire her stellar new place (now with Wisconsin flowers)...
...and set off for a brief stroll through her neighborhood.
...which is delightfully serene and residential, but very urban, all at the same time.
And, late in the afternoon, on a bit of a lark, I get my
hair cut. I had been tempted to do it myself, but in the end, I gave in and let
“Liz” do it – a quick and straightforward job with the cheapest cutter I could
find within a twenty block radius. No more braiding at night, like some Dickensian
character, walking up the stairs with a plait of tangled mess. Of course, I
pander to my boss at home (yes, you, my dear!) and so it’s still long-ish.
We have plans in Chicago – my daughter, her boyfriend and I
and it’s going to be a late night, so the post goes up early, afternoon early!
How is that for a clever idea!
Tomorrow, I drive back home.
