Cecil ran the vacuum, did the dishes, took the plastic insulation off two windows, put the screens in the storm doors and mowed the yard, while I spaded, weeded and planted the rest of the garden. Most things survived the winter with the exception of the asparagus, elderberries and rose bushes. The grapes, blueberries, gooseberries, blackberries, raspberries, strawberries, sage and peach tree are all thriving.
While I was planting the garden today, Deanna, one of my neighbors, came over to chat. Deanna has been laid-off for two years now, even though she had eight and one-half years seniority. Deanna and her family are now on public aid. She was wondering if I would plant a garden, since it was always Love's pet project. I just hope my garden turns out as well as his gardens did, and it may also be a necessity for survival now.
I got the property tax statement for Mom's house today: it is exactly the amount of rent I get from roommates and tenants in two months. Next year the taxes will be more because I won't get any tax relief. Mom got a tax break because she was over sixty-five years old.
I applied another sealer coat to the back bedroom ceiling where the water stains still show, and after the sealer was dry, painted another coat of paint on the spots.
I had a great day at work. The computers broke down after about an hour. We were all told to take at least an hour off for lunch. We went to a local pizza place, scarfed down pizza and salads, played video games, talked and laughed. Everyone was in a jovial humor for the rest of the night and the time just flew by, all six and one-half hours of it.
I painted the very dim water spots in the back bedroom again tonight, and again I hope this will be the end of it. I am sick of looking at that ceiling.
I called my ex-high school classmate to ask her why she hadn't moved in, but she said she had been sick and would try to move in Tuesday.
