I was born on a Mother’s Day.
Depending on how you look at it, that has got to be either the best (you get
My African Violet is blooming again. This makes that second time that is has bloomed since the initial it-was-blooming-when-I-got-it phase. I am certainly not doing anything special to coax it into blooming. It sits on top of a cabinet in the front hall (to keep it out of the range of the cats) and doesn’t get much natural light. It also only gets watered when I remember to do so… which probably translates into once every week or so. I have never re-potted it either. So I suppose that the poor thing might be dying for some more root space, and is trying to propigate itself before the lack of space kills it. Bad news for it in that case, as I am not about to re-pot it at this time of the year. It will just have to wait until spring.
Speaking of that time of the year, it being fall and all, I finally got around to packing up and putting away the deck furniture (chairs, umbrella, and hammock) this weekend. Just in time for Indian summer to hit, and for Dayton to get near-record temperatures. (At 88 degrees on Sunday, we were only a degree or two away form breaking a record that has been standing since 1913.) I regretted being in such a rush to put everything away, but not so much that I went and hauled it all back out again.
The boat project is officially over for the year. Well, not 100% over. What is over is the portion of the project that required the garage to become a full-time workshop, which required us to park our cars in the driveway all summer. (Work will still continue through the fall and winter. For example, we still need to sew the sails.) The pontoons and mast are hanging from racks on the walls. The main hull is suspended at the ceiling above the garage door on a really ingenious block-and-tackle system that John spent the weekend rigging up. While I am sorry that we didn’t manage to get it to the point where we could take it out on the lake, it will be awfully nice to be able to park in the garage again.
Also I managed to hurt myself over the weekend. I think that I pulled or tore something in my right arm near my elbow, and I am pretty sure that if I didn’t actually injure myself in yoga class, then something that I did in yoga class pushed a light strain over the edge. I spent most of the afternoon and evening with a heating wrap wrapped around my arm, complaining about how much it hurt. It still hurts today, but at least it hurts less then it did yesterday.