Tag: Monarchs

Where The Weekend Went: Early To Bed, Aqua Cleaning, Multitasking And Again, My Poor Feet.

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz30 Comments

Hello, it’s me.

For your viewing pleasure: some orchids I found in the yard this weekend. To be clear, they weren’t hiding, but I don’t always know where or when they are gonna bloom.

The Coach was home the entire weekend. That is a first in months; he spent most of it finalizing plans for a Veterans Charity Event coming up in a few weeks and tackling a few honey-do’s.

We resumed our Friday Date Night. I made a reservation on Open Table for a place not too far from us for 6pm. We departed our home at 5:45 and we were back home at 6:58. Our dinner was lovely, but getting home at that time on a Friday night must mean we are steps away from the hereafter. No?

I’m definitely not on The Cocaine. I can’t even have iced tea after 2pm.

Getting home early meant we could finish the last episode of Ozark. I have issues watching shows like that too close to bedtime; they get me riled up and I can’t sleep. I was happy to end Ozark; I’ve had it up to here *reaches for the sky* with Wendy and Marty making bad decisions, and usually against each other. If it sounds like fictional characters were stressing me out, it’s because they were.

Photo of a male monarch I released on Saturday where zero stressing was involved.

If you had the inkling that my life is all glitz and glam (that always ends by 8pm), it is not. I spent a good portion of my weekend pulling weeds, trimming plants, planting plants and spreading bags of mulch. While wearing my flip flops, of course. When it was time to cool off, I went in the pool. Did I relax in said pool? You bet your sweet biscuits I didn’t. Our beautiful newly installed glass tile has calcium buildup/haze around the water features and the entire waterline.

*sigh* Do we have anything that is low maintenance?

The answer is NO.

That ain’t pretty.

I started the cleaning process in the shallow end last week with CLR and a scrub brush. It was taking more chemicals and elbow grease than I was comfortable with. So on Friday I went to the pool supply place and purchased a chemical spray MADE for just this situation and a large pumice stone.

Again, lots of elbow grease and by this time my toes were raw from the rough ass pool floor. *raises fists in the air wishing our pool contractor a lifetime of cold sores*

Have you ever tried to clean with a chemical spray in one hand and a scrub brush or pumice in the other WHILE TREADING WATER? That my friends should be an olympic sport.

Finally a few of my brain cells actually connected long enough for me to have an AH HA moment whist almost drowning in the deep end; I remembered I had some of these:

AQUA SADDLES: YEE HAW

What a life and toe saver.

I’m not sure that my toes will ever be the same; it might be too late. If I had to do a Toe {finger} Print, I’d be doomed. I ordered some water socks for my pool time in the future as I try to do some water aerobics whilst in there between cleanings.

Why can’t I just DO ONE THING? Multitasking is a disease and I need a Dr. ASAP.

Spacey dude…now my feet tan lines are going to even weirder.

Nance, are you happy I covered my tootsies?

Are we the only ones who are having dinner earlier and earlier? Pretty soon we’ll be at Morrisons Cafeteria for their 4pm early bird special and cramming free crackers in my purse.

Do any of you remember going to an event that started after 8pm? I know we did, but now? Being out after 8pm wearing clothes and being pleasant towards other humans, well, that sounds like torture.

XOXO

How Easy Going Am I? And The Services I Offer Are Pretty Special.

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz, In the land of butterflies26 Comments

I had my annual eye appointment last week; I had put it off for two years and couldn’t any longer. I filled out all my paperwork online, but when I arrived, they had this additional survey for me; the scale on the bottom made me giggle.

Where would you be on the scale? Closer to easy going, or near perfectionist?

FYI, my eyesight is still 20/20. Thank you laser vision surgery. Now, if only I had actual Laser Vision, I could rule the world.

BTW: I chose closer to easy going. If the Coach reads this, he’s laughing his azz off. But I think it’s true. Maybe. Kinda. Actually, I think I was just caught off guard as I was pondering taking up Shooting/Hunting as a hobby for myself.

HUNTING CUTENESS

I found a milkweed plant in one area of my garden that was DECIMATED; Stripped down to a bare stalk with not a leaf to its name.

And then I found the culprits.

The natives monarch caterpillars were getting restless looking for food. Luckily, I had a full, healthy milkweed plant on the other side of the yard, so I did what any normal EASY GOING person would do: I transported them to the full plant.

Hello, my name is Suzanne, and today I’ll be your travel agent and chef.

Hay, ladi, coud u pease put me were da fud is?

Thank goodness that survey didn’t ask anything about my trying to control nature.

The feet! The filaments! I think they are the damn cutest things ever. I have to hold back on hugging them tightly because, you know, squishing.

So, would you classify yourself as Easy Going? More importantly why would my Eye Dr. Care? It’s not like we’re going to date or anything.

XOXO

Comings And Goings; Bird Peepers, Sparks, Talking With Nature, Tails/Tales.

On By SuzIn As blogged by Suz29 Comments

The Coach left me Friday morning until late thirty Saturday. I’m counting down the days until my Softball Widow Title can be rested. The season is almost over and don’t ask me why he’s not exhausted, but I am.

Anyhoo, much like my childhood where I found myself alone, I am never bored. I can easily entertain myself with the most mundane of things.

Such as this male cardinal looking INTO the window the other morning while his wife/mother/side piece was taking a bath right behind him. I imaged he was inquiring if there was any shampoo available for his girl.

  • Pardon me, do you have any Pantene available?

Honestly, it doesn’t matter how many times I see a bird in the bath, I will become instantly happy and proud that they chose MY bath out of all the baths in the ‘hood.

I had a typical conversation with these two regarding how wonderful they are and how much I love them. I’ll call this photo Before & After.

I went on a cleaning tear Friday evening; vacuuming, mopping, dusting. I mean, it’s Friday night, lets PARTY clean!

I topped off the night with the epiphany that I’d already Sparked Joy in my closet a few years ago, so why didn’t I do it with my linens? Marie Kondo would have kicked me out of the club had she known, so I worked on the guest bathroom drawers and the kitchen towel drawer.

Don’t hate me because I get high on organizing. But you should probably suggest a meeting…

The dogs and I started the new season of The Handmaids Tale. None of us can count how many times June has fled or almost fled Gilead, only to be yanked back in. *sigh* I’m sure it’s hard for June, but it’s also exhausting for ME.

Look at them, almost tail to tail; they’re coming around. Well, Max is coming around, Lillie already wanted to jump his bones. The adoption agency failed to tell me that she was a Hussy.

That’s all the excitement I will can legally share with you on this delightful Monday.

Was anyone else lucky enough to Marie Kondo their home or experience a cute peeping Tom?

XOXO