Thursday afternoon
- Alone at home. Pugs snoring. Fans slowly spinning, and a/c coming on rarely since it's cooler today as well.
- Saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel with oldest daughter last night. Delightful. And with Bill Nighy in it, a double pleasure. I'd watch him dust furniture, I like him so much. He has a way about him, that's for sure.
- Chicken cacciatore (or as I tend to say---kitchen chakatory) simmering in my big blue pot. Sunny skies with the potential of rain again. Just a tiny sprinkle yesterday, but I'm hopeful for more today.
- Had to take my new, Mother's Day, Fuschia out of the pot to dry out. Seems I was watering it too much, which is not uncommon, it seems. Got some new potting soil, and it's perking up. I feel like such a black widow in terms of plants, sometimes. I buy, they die. Not the way it used to be. Seems I've lost my touch...well, not all the time. Just with new stuff.
- But I bought a Lucky Bamboo and it still lives. 'Course it's in water, so hard to over-love that sort of plant. But do I feel extra lucky? Not so sure. Just trying to keep up my Zen, you know.
- Kids at my mom's. She's having a bit of a hard day with aches and pains, but the kids are a good distraction. They tidy for her, do the vacuuming and all around keep her occupied with their noise. A good thing, I think.
- About to put away the last of the groceries and then will read. And that's all I got.
