It is another absolutely gorgeous day, it is as if the gods – you know, if there were, actually, any – are taunting me with my holidays coming to a close very soon.
A buddy of ours, Ellis, came to stay for a couple of weeks.
I went out the front and pruned some of the front garden. We've got a plant, shrub, that grows out over the front path until we are all turning sideways to get to the front door, so I pruned that. I have to prune that regularly.
I put Labelle's Blows Your Mind live album on in my headphones.
The two bulldogs came and hung out with me. Otto lay down on the front path with me, Brun lay super dog pose in the doorway to the house. That was when the two of them weren't keeping guard at the front gate, of course. They relaxed into it with me, though.
I used the sheers, first up. But, eventually I got the secateurs out and trimmed each longer-than-I-wanted stem individually because the sun was nice and I was loving listening to LaBelle live, it was all kind of meditative, all-the-time-in-the-world kind of thing. I just wanted to stand there at the front gate and listen to music in the sun and drift off to my happy place. And, I did, pretty much. Oh, my one true skill, wasting time, I am built for it.
I would have still been standing there if Ellis hadn't want to get past and head out the front gate, which concerned Grandma Sam who just happened to witness - perhaps, he was coming to check on me - who clicked his fingers from the front door, to bring me out of my trance, pointing to Ellis wanting to leave, after which Grandma rounded up the dogs ushering them back inside and closing the front door.
I guessed, I was done by then, party over, and I came inside for lunch. I might just click my fingers for food. Ha ha. Kidding. I don't even think I am physically capable of doing such a thing.
We ate pasta with a tomato sauce with salami.
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