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May. 18th, 2013 04:59 pmI've put the two grape tomatoes into pots. One pot is smaller than ideal. The other isn't great because it doesn't drain out the bottom. I'll have to watch that when it rains so that the plant doesn't drown. I'd intended to buy new pots, but there was no way that was going to happen this weekend, and I wasn't sure the plants would last another week. Now I just have to get Scott to spread the extra potting soil around the smallest raised bed. The rosebush isn't in deep enough, and a little extra dirt can't hurt.
I'm wet because the sprayer attachment on our hose is leaking wildly. I forgot, last fall, when I had Scott disconnect the hose, to have him take off the sprayer. I knew it needed to be done and that I wasn't physically strong enough to do it, but I didn't think to ask if he'd done it. Hopefully, Scott can make it to the hardware store for a replacement early this week. In the meantime, I'll get soaked below the knees (up to the waist if I'm at all careless) every time I water the plants.
Potting the tomatoes and watering the raised beds left me shaking. I wouldn't have thought that the whole thing would be that strenuous, but apparently it was. I almost dumped a glass of water down my front because my right hand was shaking so badly. Fortunately, my left hand was steadier, and I could use that.
Today's soccer game was in the morning, at 9:30. That's the earliest time slot for the fourth grade girls teams. It was chilly enough that I wore long sleeves and didn't regret it. I didn't wear a jacket (I thought about it), though, and didn't miss it. Cordelia's team lost by one goal, but the girls played well. Cordelia's still obviously afraid of running into other players. She hesitates noticeably before going after the ball if there's any other player near.
The team Cordelia's team played apparently had another game scheduled for right after our game concluded. As soon as the hand shaking was done, the other team started warming up again. Scott thinks they had two games because it's quite a large team with almost enough players for two teams. They'd probably have split them into two teams if they'd had another coach. The coaches are all volunteers, and it's quite stressful each season, wondering whether or not there'll be a coach. I don't know what will happen to Cordelia's team in the fall. Scott probably can't coach due to the increased overtime that goes with cider season, and I don't know if any of the other parents will step up.
Cordelia's had two playdates today. That's keeping her nicely busy. She'd probably be busy anyway-- She's started playing with a couple of other neighborhood kids, one a boy in her class and the other his sister a year younger. All three kids have rollerskates. The boy does take off to play with the other boys in the neighborhood (boys Cordelia now refuses to play with for reasons she won't share with us. That worries us. The boys still come around looking to see if she'll play), but I have high hopes for the girl.
I'm wet because the sprayer attachment on our hose is leaking wildly. I forgot, last fall, when I had Scott disconnect the hose, to have him take off the sprayer. I knew it needed to be done and that I wasn't physically strong enough to do it, but I didn't think to ask if he'd done it. Hopefully, Scott can make it to the hardware store for a replacement early this week. In the meantime, I'll get soaked below the knees (up to the waist if I'm at all careless) every time I water the plants.
Potting the tomatoes and watering the raised beds left me shaking. I wouldn't have thought that the whole thing would be that strenuous, but apparently it was. I almost dumped a glass of water down my front because my right hand was shaking so badly. Fortunately, my left hand was steadier, and I could use that.
Today's soccer game was in the morning, at 9:30. That's the earliest time slot for the fourth grade girls teams. It was chilly enough that I wore long sleeves and didn't regret it. I didn't wear a jacket (I thought about it), though, and didn't miss it. Cordelia's team lost by one goal, but the girls played well. Cordelia's still obviously afraid of running into other players. She hesitates noticeably before going after the ball if there's any other player near.
The team Cordelia's team played apparently had another game scheduled for right after our game concluded. As soon as the hand shaking was done, the other team started warming up again. Scott thinks they had two games because it's quite a large team with almost enough players for two teams. They'd probably have split them into two teams if they'd had another coach. The coaches are all volunteers, and it's quite stressful each season, wondering whether or not there'll be a coach. I don't know what will happen to Cordelia's team in the fall. Scott probably can't coach due to the increased overtime that goes with cider season, and I don't know if any of the other parents will step up.
Cordelia's had two playdates today. That's keeping her nicely busy. She'd probably be busy anyway-- She's started playing with a couple of other neighborhood kids, one a boy in her class and the other his sister a year younger. All three kids have rollerskates. The boy does take off to play with the other boys in the neighborhood (boys Cordelia now refuses to play with for reasons she won't share with us. That worries us. The boys still come around looking to see if she'll play), but I have high hopes for the girl.
