An the living is easy...

I'm sitting in my back yard on this hot and humid Tuesday lunching on some very refreshing leftover cucumber salad and a glass of wine.

After all, it is 5 o'clock somewhere and I am on a bit of a hiatus. Yesterday was my first official day of being unemployed after the three week grace period/notice that I was so generously granted. So I applied for unemployment, cut the wisteria back before it chokes us all, did some weeding because they never stop, changed and washed the bedsheets and towels, ran errands all over town, came home and prepared a fancy bean salad for Frank's lunch and started marinating chicken breasts for another lunch, decided to invent some mac and cheese for dinner since it's meatless Monday...at least for dinner anyway since Frank's lunch consisted of leftover country ribs from Saturday...Didn't fare too well on the meatless side, blue cheese mac and cheese sprinkled with chunks of hickory cured bacon which I can't resist since buying the pack at the Wine Library...all to keep myself from thinking too much. Started a new book, hoping I'll race through it since I have more time now, we'll see since my attention span is rivaling that of a three year old.

After walking Max this morning,

and he ran around chasing after the scent of all the creatures who have been out and about at night, I came home, read the paper (yes I still do that...every day) went down to the basement and ironed a bunch of stuff, there's nothing I hate more but it's got to be done! We now have starched, pristine cloth napkins and place mats! I continued on my purging quest and tried on a few more "dressier" outfits to see if they needed to go and was surprised to find that most of them fit, and nicely too. A couple didn't and are no longer appropriate for me; I started a new bag for the veterans' collection drive. I cleaned the bathroom...again. Rearranged and cleaned out all the drawers in my dressing table, did a little more weeding while admiring the sole little anemone peeking through the wild rubdekia, coneflower, daisy border,

and the one hosta that's hidden enough where it is still flowering.

Then it was lunchtime. So here I am with my cucumber salad and glass of wine staring at the pretty little gladiolus bloom I planted in the herb garden,

wondering what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

I know! I'll finally replace the button that came off that sweater Frank got for Christmas 2 years ago and never wore cause it was on the first day...and then I'll hem that skirt that's just a smidgen too short...and then...and then...