I've about had it with these Monday night games, I'm telling you. Yep, the Cowboys played on Monday night for the second game in a row. Of course, they had a bye week in between, but still...As usual, I fell asleep, this time at half time. I woke up briefly with three minutes left in the third quarter, and the next thing I know, Kimmel was on.
I turned that off really quickly and went back to sleep.
Alas, the night was still too short and that alarm went off way too early. I just wish my work day had gone by as quickly as the night did. I was another one of those days when we spent more time waiting on work than actually working. I hate those days. They go by so very slowly.
To make matters worse, we have Inspector Gadget standing over us every day, telling us to hurry up, get our numbers up, do better. Just like all the others. They can't seem to understand that we can't braze parts we don't have. I mentioned that to one of my coworkers, and she replied, "He's nervous about his job." I'd heard he's already got two strikes. If he fails at this, he's gone.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't think he's a bad person, but not everyone is cut out to be a supervisor. I'm thinking, surely there's something else he can do out there that is more suited to his skills and temperament.
On a similar note, my other coworker did come tell me, "I think I'm going to bring that wood tomorrow." I started to ask him about his grandbaby's program, but didn't. I figured he's a grown man and can get himself to where he needs to go on time. Then he told me he was going to bring the entire trailer to work and come straight over to deliver it afterwards.
Knowing he wasn't coming today, I got my little garlic cloves together and planted them.
I'm not exactly sure why I took a picture -- you can't see them. Because they're planted. Under the dirt. But what can I say? I am who I am.
I was only going to plant three, and mince and freeze the rest, but the more I peeled, the more I found that had sprouted. I ended up planting 8 cloves. If all goes well, I'll have a nice garlic harvest next fall. Or whenever you harvest garlic. I'll have to look into that.
Oh, and don't worry about that big hole. That's the space I reserved to plant another rosemary plant in the spring.
While I was out there, I trimmed some of the dead bits off of my celery, which I'm hoping will strengthen the new growth.
Then I trimmed the dead bits off of my lemon balm,
along with the other transplanted herbs, but I didn't take pictures of the rest of them.
Speaking of pictures, this one popped up in my Facebook memories. This is what Gloria looked like a mere seven years ago.
I do wish I knew what I'd done to have nearly killed her. The good news is, she hasn't dropped any more segments since Sunday, so maybe she's on the upward way.
New heights she's gaining every day
No higher plan that she has found
She'll plant her feet on higher ground...
OK, then, I guess that means it's time to stop for the day. Maybe I'll go sing some hymns or something.
Laters.




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