Wow! Once more it's Sunday!

I'm not sure how time travel would be done, but sometimes it feels as if I'm doing it! Just forward at warp speed, never in reverse.

Went to Lowes in Thomasville this morning and found herbs and veggies and blooming things. Could only buy a few (you know, that dreaded money thing), but am so excited about what I did get...cilantro, Greek oregano, flat leaf parsley, sage, tomatoes and cucumbers and 12 cages. It's a start, and I do have some seeds from a hundred years ago, well almost, that I'm going to put out also. Now just have to get the last two sagos out of the herb garden and dig up a small plot for the other things. Think I need some dirt too.

Talked with Helen Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I think the tumors (two in her brain) must be growing or something. She doesn't remember talking with me and bless her heart, she doesn't remember when she doesn't talk with me. She's still on her own and that's so important to her. Wish there were more to do to help than just talk.

Mother and Bert got home yesterday. Bert had some eye surgery done at Emory and is doing very well. Mother said that he looks like the one who lost the fight, not only are his eyes bruised, but it's all down in his face too. He's sleeping a lot.

Finally dragged the pile of things I cut out of the side bed out to the street today. Took 5 trips. Looks better out back now, though!

I've been so busy with work and the stuff around here that I've not been doing one of my favorite things...THE DUMP. Did whip through one day last week and found a plant stand, a little rusty, but sound other wise. Painted it a very pale sage today. Looks pretty good, could have used one more can of paint, used two, oh well.

I'm thinking about a bubble bath.

Oh, Friday I was sitting out back with Shirley when a stranger came up. A pretty younger woman. She asked me if I were LJ and of course I am, so said yes. Turns out that she's the mother of the fellow (I don't know him) that lives next door and I taught her baton lessons when she was 6 years old! You know how this dumb brain of mine is, I don't know her name. I'm thinking I'll just have to go next door and ask that fellow what his mother's name is. Hate to do it, but I can't think of any other way to do it. Also, she works across the highway from where I'm working. Small town! Small world!