Sunday Post

Well, ladies, I think we've gotten all the mileage we can out of the hair color post. Inspired by Mary's recent post, yesterday I went around my yard and took photos of everything in bloom. Here are the results.

My mother-in-law says these flowers are called something like "Japanese Anemonies?" Can anyone confirm or refute? We have white ones in the front and pink in the back. They don't start blooming until September. (Don't adjust your glasses--the pink ones are out of focus!)
I've never known what these little grape flowers are called, either. (And, yes, that is a maple tree taking root in a flower bed, and water droplets--from the sky, not from a hose!)
Flower on one of our pond plants:
Lone red bloomer:
A scraggly collection around the mailbox:

I've Been Tagged!

So, Possumlady has "tagged" me to tell 8 facts (things?) about myself. This will require some thought, so that is not what I'll write about tonight.

Rocket (the box turtle) has not been seen for 36 hours. I knew that this would happen. Just when we named her and I started to feel invested in her welfare, she disappears! It happened once before and she appeared again, but I think she may have escaped the confines of our backyard and gone on to someone else's. However, I wonder if anyone else will feed her blueberries?

On to a totally different subject: Why do I like tv shows about horrible, despicable things? This particularly hit home last night after I watched "Criminal Intent" about a pedophile and realized that the episode of "The Closer" on Monday night was also about a pedophile. I'm addicted to Law and Order, both the original and SVU, which always has horrific crimes. Often, I have to look away when they show close-ups of gross stuff and yet I keep coming back. What is this phenomenon? Any ideas?

To end on a brighter note, here are some photos of our sunflowers and our tomatoes. We finally have gotten some much needed rain the last two evenings.

I didn't do this intentionally, but I thought this was an interesting silhouetting effect. (That's our neighbor's house in the background. Our neighbors who, after almost a year, we still do not know the names of. Sad commentary.)

You can see my relatively new Subaru Tribeca in the driveway.

Some ripe cherry tomatoes with some "regular" tomatoes that look promising.

Hodge Podge

I have been sinking into a funk since yesterday. Is it a coincidence that this coincides with my attempt to restart my "program?" I don't think so, because the day before I went back on my program, I was already feeling a little blah and edgy (for me, it is possible to feel blah and edgy at the same time). That day, I was eating whatever I wanted and that included a bit of wine and quite a few chocolate cupcakes. However, it was in the mindset of "going on a program tomorrow; better try to satisfy all my cravings now." So, perhaps I am a bit down because I really don't feel like thinking about what I'm going to eat and that I'm getting flabby and should be exercising.

DH and I took some days off of work and every day (which coincides with my program) he has wanted to go out to eat for lunch or breakfast or brunch. This is not like him. I have managed to be moderate in what I am eating despite this. Today after brunch, we went to Trader Joe's and I stocked up on my favorite gazpacho and some frozen cooked shrimp. Thaw out a few of those and toss them in the soup and you have a light, refreshing, and healthy meal (if you can call that a meal and not just an appetizer!). Anyway, enough of that. Certainly I must have something else to talk about.

I also may be a little down because I thought I might take advantage of this time to read a short book about the status of the profession that I am a member of (if it is a profession; there is a bit of controversy about that) and do some thinking and writing about that, but I just haven't felt like it and now tomorrow is Sunday, then Monday and I will be back to the daily grind, not having accomplished anything over the past 5 days. The thing is, doing nothing is really what I feel like doing! Thanks to DH's participation, I have managed to do 20 minutes of exercise for 3 days in a row. That's something!

After thinking he (she?) had left us, we continue to see the turtle around (I guess technically it is a tortoise because it does not have webbed feet and spends most of it's time on land.). DH has decided to name it "Rocket," because he does seem to get around. One minute he's there; the next minute he's not. (Unless he's in the pond from which he must be removed on occasion.) Our poor dogs--Harry and Nutmeg have been very reluctant to go out in the yard for their final pee pees in the evening due to being traumatized by the fireworks on the 4th. To reinforce their fear, there was another fireworks display somewhere nearby tonight for some reason!

What else? Nothing really. So, to make up for a boring, negative post, here are some photos of flowers in our yard this spring, before I was blogging and before this interminable heat and drought set in.






P.S., Poundage today 197.8