It’s now 12:14 AM on the east coast and I am wide awake because I can’t find a comfortable position to sleep in bed. Or on the couch. Or on the floor. So I’ve been on my computer, drinking some hot cocoa with crackers and peanut butter and doing the one thing that soothes my soul when I can’t sleep — cleaning out my bookmarks.
Isn’t that the most insane thing you’ve ever heard? It’s just so strange — there’s just something about rearranging and deleting and putting them all into order that calms my mind down.
Of course, it’s not just my mind that is chaotic tonight. I spent four hours today pulling weeds, moving plants, planting seedlings and the pièce de résistance — cut a monster Yucca plant out of the ground. Does anybody have any ideas how to get the root completely out without digging halfway to China? And what is my reward for all of my hard work? My body is blasting me with the drum solo of In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida (the name of which was supposed to be In the Garden of Venus). If you aren’t familiar with this song (the aforementioned drum solo is about 9 minutes long — very edgy for the late sixties) check out Wikipedia here for a little more background.
That was a nice little side trip, but where was I — oh, yeah cleaning out the bookmarks. So that’s doing wonders for my head and I’m hoping that the Tylenol PM that I took will do wonders for my muscles. I posted a story about Sweet Baboo earlier where he couldn’t stand to throw out living plants. We are reaping the “benefits” of his actions now. He did a lot of replanting of violets a few years ago and they have now pretty much taken over every square inch of dirt that is not already occupied by leafy spurge. I don’t think that they are classified as weeds, but they are as hard to eradicate as weeds.
I’ve also done a bit more sewing and cutting for my niece’s baby quilt. The pattern that I’m making is Yellow Brick Road — will post a pic soon. She’s due in August and her mother is having a “Blessing Way” ceremony for her, at her daughter’s request. Not familiar with that term? Neither were my sister and I. Thank goodness for the internet. Briefly, it is a Navajo ceremony where the emphasis is on celebrating the mother to be’s rite of passage into motherhood. It’s really quite interesting and much more spiritual than the usual baby shower — not to mention much less commercial. Any gifts that are brought are to be handmade and to pamper the mother rather than for the baby. Click here if you would like to know more about it.