Rain

Sodden tuberous begonias on the deck, weary of rain.

I never read Somerset Maugham's short story titled, Rain, but wherever it was raining, the South Pacific no doubt, could not have held a candle to Boston last month. My poor tomatoes, that just want some nice water and also some SUN. Remember sunshine?

The nasturtiums I am growing from seed aren't very happy either. We had a few days of sun (today is dreary again), and the astilbe decided to bloom. Beets are growing. Lettuce is gone except for the really weird lettuce. Herbs need a new start, (dill and cilantro) but my others are strong and healthy.

Gardens are a labor of love. I am cross posting a link from my Proust blog.

http://travelinagarden.blogspot.com/2009/07/du-cote-de-chez-swann-combray-marcel.html

Let there be color. Let there be (sun) light. Another dreary day. On the bright side (!) dreary days are good for writing.

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In Honor of St. Valentine

I changed my last snarky post. Instead. . . AOL crashed when I submitted my post, and in spite of what blogger promises, it never saves a draft automatically, ever, so you lose everything. Happy Valentine's Day to AOL and Blogger! What a pair. Love and kisses. Sometimes I write the post in Word and once Word crashed and I lost the post.Happy Valentine's Day to all Microsoft products. Love and kisses to all.
Doing your taxes sucks, big time. Love and kisses to form 1040, the accountant, the IRS and Uncle Sam. Hearts and flowers, too!

The Boston weather also sucks. Love and kisses to the New England winter that keeps us indoors so we don't go spending that money the government is sending. Ooops! You spent yours online already? Sorry! Love and kisses to Uncle Sam.

The snow plow came at 4:00 a.m., waking the neighborhood and they could have saved the gas and the energy and sleep because the rains came and washed out all the snow and probably the inky-dinky spider as well. Love and kisses to the snowplow driver, the shovellers and the inky-dinky spider who long as he/she doesn't come into my basement. One of the cats might eat him which is gross beyond words. Love and kisses to the cats who never saw a crumb of food they didn't eat. Love and catnip and tummyrubs all round.

The Year of the Rat dinner was good. We saw "Babel" last night, also good. I cut some words from Promiscuous Mode. Very good.

Love and kisses and happy valentine's day to the writers who settled their strike. This writer was never on strike but felt feelings (felt feelings?) of brotherhood,sisterhood and comradeship to say nothing of solidarity. Experienced feelings! Yes!

Things do even out, most of the time. For some reason, writing never sucks, even when it does.
Write a valentine to someone/someething who is causing you grief. Send love and kisses,

Love and kisses,

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Boston Blogging

Today's Boston Globe had an article that Boston is the Bloggingest Town in the country. How about that? Actually, I am the only person I know that blogs alone. Hmmm. That sounds odd. Blogs independently? The others I know who blog have a group blog about writing. Try as I may, I can't stick to any one subject.

For example, tonight we're having ribs. And baked beans. And salad, of course, as a sop to the veggies. I always put onion and tomato (fresh) atop the baked beans. Have some really tasty slab bacon to really nail the beans! I used the BRITU (best ribs in the universe--google it) rub for the ribs that I made up last time. Can't decide between the smoker or the grill or maybe just smoking on the grill. With the hickory chips. Yeah!

Hope the rain stays away. This area gets plenty of early evening showers, always about the time you want to start up the grill. Grrrrr.

So Bostonians, Blog On!!!


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