"Ah, you're fixin' to stay up til 3:00 in the morning!" The Hub said in disgust before stomping off to bed. I don't know why he thinks so. It's only quarter of one. It's early yet.

Dad requested another one of my flyers. I asked him where this one was going to end up, but he remained mysterious. I gave it to him anyway. He's trustworthy, after all.

I did have an organizing job on Monday, which was great. The client was a fun pleasant person who had a lot of interesting hobbies - a highly creative person. I used to do household organization jobs for all kinds of people, particularly folks I met through my Meeting for Worship up in MA. I love helping people get a handle on their stuff - it's so uplifting. Even though I have remarkably little attachment to most things, and will yard sale anything that isn't nailed down or sometimes donate things I then miss, I have a lot of empathy with people who hang on to things. It's hard to "just get rid of" what you've worked hard for or emmotionally invested in.

One of the best things about Monday's job was that the client is letting me try to yard sale some of her stuff first, before donating. Much of what she wished to part with is in excellent condition, and will be a real find for members of the "Weeble" class. I really think that, even with taking the commission we agreed upon, I may be able to make her enough money to give her back what she paid me for the organizing help. There's nothing I love more than a win-win situation!!

Today I spent most of the day doing laundry and gardening. I'm putting in an herb garden...such as it is....

At first I tried just sewing some seeds. This used to work for my Dad - we always had a vegetable garden when I was growing up. But I think his soil was better prepared than mine was. After all, I just recently tore out that weird weed block stuff, the site is right under a pine tree and had been used as an ornamental flower garden. I guess that soil is pretty darn acidic. Plus the weather has been changable. But nothing even sprouted, which is kind of a bummer.

So I bought a few plants. At first I felt guilty for doing this after I had spent money on the seeds. Then I realized that we were talking about under $2.50 per plant. If I don't go see two movies, then that will make up the cost of the plants, plus the plants will give me hours of recreation and help our food budget if I can get them to grow. I bought two pepper plants, two tomato plants ( one of which looked mighty sorry when I put it in the ground) a lovage ( all the flavor of celery - none of the strings that get stuck in your teeth!), dill, two types of oregeno, basil, corriender, some lettuce and some onion sets....which promptly fell down under the car seat and have been rattling around there ever since. Oh, and a peter pan squash - you know, those are the little green ones that turn out looking like UFOs. I put that guy on the end. I seem to remember squash as a plant that likes to spread out.

They're joining the parsley, rosemary, and thyme that were already out there and the mint, which is in it's own seperate pot, since otherwise it will take over.

As I was working on the garden, I remembered how, when I was a kid, I used to spend so much time just looking at things in the grass. I used to find millions of caterpillers, which I used to let crawl all over me for the thrill of feeling their tiny little "feet" on my arms. Sometimes I'd put them in a jar with air holes punched in the lid and pleanty of leaves to eat, hoping that they would build a cacoon and turn into butterflies. But then, I could never stand it. I felt like they were in jail. They never did anything to deserve getting stuck in a Nescafe jar, so I'd let them out. I think that puzzled my parents to no end. I think they wondered what the hell they'd just found that jar and poked holes in the lid for. But it was summertime, and at least I seemed to be doing something, not just looking at T.V. so they didn't bother me about it.

It's like a whole other world down there. Ants, let me tell you, are some kind of busy and motivated creatures. I hate it when they get in my house - I mean, when a lot of them do, when I "have ants" It's so hard to kill them since they are just walking along doing what nature intended that they do, which is look for something to eat and be an asset to their community. Every time I stomp on them I feel like I'm committing murder. Half the people I know aren't so industrious and community oriented. Heck, I'm not that industrious and community oriented myself - though I guess it is unrealistic to hold myself to the standards of another species.

Oh, Lord, I think I'm tired and about to get really weird here. I'm going to bed.