planting in the rain

Daddy and I went flower and herb shopping yesterday down at Pennington's, our fav place to purchase growing things. I added cilantro and oregano to the already potted rosemary, thyme and basil. It's been a rainy day but a break in the clouds gave me the opportunity to finish what I started yesterday, with much softer soil I might add. The tornado sirens are going off as I type but I'm not sure exactly why because it's all just rain and mud as far as I can see. Somebody please do call if I need to head to the basement.

We are learning more and more about the brain thing that is impacting all of our lives here in the village of Pecan Lane. As it turns out, Daddy's disease may be a rare and often misdiagnosed form of dementia called fronto-temporal and Alzheimer's meds make the symptoms worse. Go figure that one. We're headed back to the doc this week to regroup and discuss options.

Mom's arm is still in a sling for another month. She hasn't been out of the house since Easter except to get her hair did on Thursdays, which makes a girl mighty out of sorts. This too shall pass.

As for Sugardaddy, there have been no recent sightings because this old gal does nothing but go to work and come home to the farm. I reckon Big Ernie is waiting for just the right moment to slap me on the butt when I least expect it. Ya'll know what they say. All the good ones are either married or gay.

Peace out kids. When you see the flag tomorrow, remember what it's all about. Long may she wave. ^j^