I walked into the living room today to discover that Stewey has replaced his perch blanket with a white terry cloth towel. His perch is the back of one of the loveseats, and from there he can supervise the patio, the living and dining rooms, and most of the bedroom. Apparently, the purple fleece blanket that WAS on the perch was causing him to get sweaty, and he doesn't do sweaty. So he felt that white terry cloth would be reminiscent of a swanky spa and that he might be more comfortable when he sips his afternoon cucumber water. Damn dog.
Aunt Chrissy and I are determined to have a good weekend. We're heading to the grocery store for provisions tonight, and then tomorrow night we're going to hit the garden centers for flowers and vegetables for my gardens. That means that Saturday we'll plant, Saturday evening we'll bitch about how tired we are, and Sunday we'll eat. By Monday, we'll slap a few hot dogs on the grill and be done with it.
I love all of the seasons, but summer is definitely my least favorite. I don't do heat. I don't do sun, and I definitely don't do bugs. Given the whack-a-do temperature range that we can experience here in Hoosierville, I'm never really sure if I'm going to be spending the summer in front of the air conditioner, or if I'll be able to step out a few times for a breath of fresh air. I don't go camping, I've never really been that much into nature, and for me, the perfect idea of a vacation is a suite on the concierge level at some big city Marriott. (The one in Chicago is particularly nice, especially if you can get a good view and have a little room service breakfast while you're reading your complimentary USA Today.)
(Hmmm. Re-reading that has me thinking one very obvious thing about myself: CAN YOU SAY PRINCESS???!!) Oh well, I suppose that one is allowed to get to a certain stage of life when one can stay inside without having to apologize for it. Besides, I don't have stitchy sunglasses, and the glare would be rather unpleasant, methinks.
When I turned 40, Aunt Chrissy and I spent a week in Turks and Caicos. We rented a villa called Limbo Cottage and we did absolutely nothing but sit and look at the gorgeous water. I think we might have put our toes on the sand once so that we could say we did, but we were quite happy to see the fishes and things from above the waves rather than below. This, of course, was ridiculous, since I've been told that the diving in Grace Bay is some of the best in the world, but what do I know? Anywhoose.....I spent the next two years apologizing to people that I went away on vacation (my first, by the way), and didn't do a damn thing but stitch. (Oh, and have a minor heart attack when a flying cockroach the size of a Buick decided to join us in the living room one night, but that's a story for another day. Suffice it to say....two grown women who are terrified of bugs should be allowed to carry firearms.)
So whatever your pleasure may be this weekend, please do enjoy yourself. I fully intend to stitch my eyeballs out and get my heiney so numb that I forget it's there (and that's a LOT of forgetting, don't you know). If I don't sleep or take too many potty breaks I just might be able to finish a thing or two, so we'll see how this goes!
Happy Memorial Day, you USA'ers! (Damn! Do peoples in other parts of the world celebrate Memorial Day? Oh dear, please forgive me if I've offended.....Happy Weekend to you too!)