I spoke with my sister on Monday and she went on and on about all the crap she's having to do, all the phone calls and accounts she's having to deal with and she doesn't know WHAT to do with Norm's six telescopes. (I have a few suggestions) the whole phone call was 'Poor me, I'm having to do all this work. Poor me, I don't know what to do about his property in Missouri. Poor me, I am going to have to pay so much taxes! Yeah... not a word about her sick son or his family until I asked. Then, suddenly, they were very bad, so sick, struggling, and what could she do? She is so over-burdened. Yeah... I won't be calling again any time soon. It was a little disheartening.
Finally throwing in the towel to my upstairs garden, TBG moved the shelving unit downstairs and I moved my inside plants onto it. I was using a TV tray and flat ran out of room. I think I might drop down the current shelf and add a third one for my taller plants.
When I pulling out the TV table, I discovered that the cats had done a number (No. 1) on it. So this morning I sanded it down to the metal and sprayed it black (the original color). Now I'm waiting for it to dry so I can add a second coat before flipping it and doing the bottom. Then TBG will finally have a snack tray.
Sunday, I did the unspeakable and I pruned my plumeria tree. I'm not sure which looks more sad, the remaining branch or the cut ones. The tutorials I watched said that they needed to be placed in a cool dark place for a week to dry out a little. We will see what happens. I've had it for nearly 15 years, but it's only bloomed once.
Not much else is happening here. It's very hot, so no out time. I'm doing a lot of quilting - I'm nearly finished with the applique work on the lap rug and thinking cool thoughts.
And now Riff Raff, it's just a jump to the left...