February 27th, 2002


Forty years ago today....

a cute blonde baby girl was born at Good Samaritan Hospital in Puyallup, Washington....

For all my banter, 40 isn't really bothering me (that much). I think last year was worse, because 39 was simply the precursor to 40. :)

And it's been a good birthday celebration. Last weekend, I went with 5 girlfriends to Las Vegas for a wonderful weekend that included lots of free drinks, almost naked dancers, slot machines, white lion and white tigers and baby dolphins. Did I mention the almost naked australian male revue?

Last night, I went out to dinner with Don and John, and tonight is Book Club--mostly an excuse to drink a lot of red wine and eat cheese and olives--with a weekend trip to Walla Walla in the works.

I'm really looking forward to being home next weekend. It's been too many weekends on the road.
  • Current Music
    Happy Birthday to Me!

Spring Fever

This could have been me, except for the blooming lily.

I have spring fever in the worst way. But on my excursion of the yard the other day (the crocus are peeking up, the wood hyacinths are starting to bud, the tulips are a couple inches high--not bad for being planted in January--) I discovered slugs.

It's FEBRUARY. Slugs should not be hanging out in my garden IN FEBRUARY!

So, before I leave for the weekend, it's time for a coating of slug deterrent. Last year, I tried to manage them organically--by picking them off, and giving them beer--but it didn't seem to make much of a dent. This year, I'm going to start out with Correy's pet/people safe slug repellent, and hope that it doesn't get as bad.

I have a bunch of hostas and daylilies that need to get into the ground, soon. I can't decide whether to put the hostas in the not-so-great soil, or to invest in some largish terra cotta pots, pot them individually, and stick them back where I want them. The daylilies will all go in the day lily bed, which this year, should be fairly spectacular.

Okay, enough dreaming about spring. Time to go back to work.

Oh, and Don's giving me roses that he's pulling out. I'm envisioning big pots on the front patio brimming with english roses. Life is good.
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    Jonesing for Spring