For the record, I am still pouting about the fact that I had to miss Woodyfest this year. 😡
Speaking of music festivals I didn’t get to attend, how would y’all feel about a weekly Woodstock feature in honor of the upcoming anniversary? (NOTE: Sound in link starts automatically, so turn down the speakers if your boss is too Establishment to handle it.)
Longtime readers know what the title of this post means. I’ll explain it to the rest of y’all in a minute.
In the past two hours, I have changed Gertie’s litter; cleaned Hedwig’s cage; scooped out Walter’s litterbox; changed Pongo’s water; scrubbed the shower; decluttered the bathroom cabinet; replaced the bolts on the toilet seat; bleached the tea stains out of every drinking glass Ron has ever used (in other words, every plastic cup and Mason jar in the house); washed a load of delicates; sterilized all the canning jars I could cram into the dishwasher; cleared the counters; cleared the table; cleaned the stovetop; put the dogs out; taken out the trash; and checked my e-mail, all in an attempt to clear my to-do list so I can dive into my favorite summer tradition:
The bad news is that half our tomato plants died while I was in Atlanta. The good news is that I harvested a grocery bag full of ripe fruit off the withered vines … which means that a couple of hours hence, I will be listening to the satisfying plink of canning-jar lids sealing themselves as the jars cool down.
I’ll return you to your regularly scheduled Folk Thursday as soon as I finish. 🙂