Sigh…Again

My new lunch box isn't waterproof.  

To be fair, the tag never said it was.  I just assumed since it was a cooler -- as in, meant to hold ice -- that it would be.  But it isn't, and the way I found out is that when I picked it up to go to the break area at lunch, I discovered that it was sitting in a literal puddle of ice melt inside my brazing table.  

That's a bummer, because I liked it otherwise.  Oh well, on to plan B.  

I do have a hard sided cooler that I think once belonged to Cody, but it doesn't have all of the little pockets and things my old lunch box had.  And yes, I do need ice out there, especially in the summer.  Today, for example, it got up to 87° in my work area, and it isn't even full on summer yet.  I'll keep the new bag, though, and maybe use it for road trips.  

Like I ever take road trips...but hey, you never know.  I could get a wild hair one of these days and just take off somewhere.

Speaking of plan B, I talked myself off of the ledge in regards to my garden hose.  I'm still going to get another mender thing and mend it, but in the meantime, I dragged my front yard hose around to the back and got my spare hose from the shed -- which had nothing wrong with it, it was just too short for my back yard -- and connected the two together. It's plenty long enough to reach my garden spot, so I'm going to use it for now.  

As for the gray hose, I rolled it up, and it will now be the spare until it breaks again.  Three strikes and it's out.    

On a similar note, my new clothes horse arrived Monday, but I didn't even take it out of the box until today.  Once I got it set up in the back yard, 

I washed my sheets and hung them up to dry in the fresh air and sunshine. 

I had to use the small clothes horse to get both sheets hung up, but that's OK.  For regular loads of laundry, it'll do just fine.  By the way, it does come with clips to hang clothes hangers on, so a lot of shirts will fit.  

In other news, the baby tomatoes are getting their first sets of true leaves.  I finally bit the bullet and started putting them outside before I leave for work so they can get a full day of sun.  

It was hard to do, but I've got to let them grow up sometime.  I'm still a bit nervous about leaving them out overnight, but that may change soon, since I have to go in at 4:00 tomorrow morning.   If I'm putting them out at 3:30 ish before I leave, I might as well leave them out all night, right? 

Oh, and this time, I used a potting mix instead of the hydroponic sponges, so when I thin them here in another week or so, I'm going to try to tease the seedlings out and re-plant them into their own cells instead of just chopping them off.   I don't know what I'm going to do with them if they all survive, but I'll figure out something.  I mean, I don't know where I'm going to plant them.  My bed has room for four right now.  If these all survive, I'll have seven --  provided no more seeds germinate.  I could end up with 12!  

The last thing I did before I ran inside into the air conditioning was to move this compost bag into the garden spot so that it would be in full sun most of the day.  

That ought to get that compost cooking.   I think I'll move my bingo tumbler composter over there too...

For your laugh of the day, it looks like Louisiana man might be giving Florida man a run for his money. 

 Seriously, who didn't see that coming? 

And finally, I finished watching Lark Rise To Candleford yesterday, and I'm not quite sure what to do with myself at the moment.   Is it weird to go through something like mourning when finishing a beloved series?

Because that's exactly what this feels like...