Random

 I was without internet  all day yesterday.  It made me moody and lonely.  By the end of the afternoon I came to the painful realization that I depend upon seeing my friends online everyday, through their blogs or emails.  Otherwise, I am an island.  A lone woman in the wilderness of balls and laundry.  I need my lifeline, and I'm glad you're back.

In other news, how does my garden grow!  I have 11 tomatoes plant.  There were 12, but one morning I came out to find one of the cherries had mysteriously snapped at the base of the stem, it's seemingly perfect healthy leaves laying in the dirt.  I suspect that the evil cat next door pounced on it.  Now when I see the cat walking along my cinderblock wall I give it the evil eye, which I know it can sense because cats have 2 evil eyes in their pointed little heads.  DH put up guards to protect the rest.  

To make the watering less appealing to Little C, who wanted to wade in the mud everytime I flood-watered the garden, I installed a discreet drip system that only draws his attention on some days.   The only glitch in the drip system is that it does just that, all along the hose.  So, being conscious of not wasting water I have buckets set up along the way that catch the errant drips, to be dumped on the plants as they fill.  

Watering and caring for my little plot makes me feel so rustic.  I've alluded in the past about my desire to retreat into the country and become a farmer.  But in truth, that desire is smaller than the one I have to surround myself with people I like.  I guess the country could work for me if I 1) had internet and 2) raised talking animals who I could sing and chat with during the day, kinda like Home on the Range.

One last random tidbit.  Last night there was a bug in C's bedroom.  A fly to be exact.  C doesn't like flies or other bugs for that matter.  He squashes any one that he meets.  I think their independent movement scares him.  Well, the two of us were in the rocking chair reading his bedtime story when the ill-fated fly buzzed past our heads.   What ensued was an all out battle between me and the fly.  I was jumping, swatting and cursing that danged little winged creature all around the room.  And let me tell you, I don't get much air when I jump normally, when I'm pregnant, it's just plain pointless.  The whole time I was standing on the chair trying to bring down the fly, C was in the corner, clutching his doggie and watching the drama.  By the end of it I don't know who he was more afraid of, me or the fly.  It ended well: the fly was let outside and C only asked about a dozen times whether the it was gone before he settled down to sleep.

There's no way to tie this all together in a neat package, other than to say I clearly have a split personality.  One who loves nature and her wonders and another who needs to be kept very well.