Sometimes There's Just Nothing to Blog About

Sometimes, life is just regular---nothing exciting or report worthy. That's pretty much how it's been lately. My weeks are the same---which is totally okay. They are predictable. I'm still busy all the time and there's not much room in the schedule.

My week looks like this:
Monday---get the house ready for Margarita to come clean---this means putting things in order, starting the laundry and unloading the dishwasher. Sometimes I run to the grocery store. I pay bills or work a little in my scrapbook room. Then it's off to meet my friends for lunch and a movie. When I get home, I read a little and nap. Dinner is "on your own" which means I don't usually cook on Mondays.

Tuesdays is my stitching day. Connie, Nancy and I meet at Nashville Needleworks. Cinco de Mayo is our regular lunch spot. Then we come back here to get in the pool.

Wednesday is usually a free day for me, but in the summer, Connie might come over with her grands to swim. Or, like last week, we visit our friend who's stuck at home for awhile. We're doing that next Wednesday too.

Thursday is my bridge day. I do errands on the way which includes my weekly nail appointment.

Fridays are swim days with my friends. We have happy hour and the weekend begins. Even though we're retired, there's still something special about weekends. We don't do much on weekends. If the girls come over, we'll hang with them some. I usually do a lot of reading over the weekend. I cut flowers from the garden. I watch a lot of tv and stitch.

So, you see, there's not much all that exciting that goes on around here. My life is pretty ordinary and I'm okay with that. I don't have much to blog about. At least not much that's all that interesting.

I am enthralled with the wildlife---despite my complaints. And I love my flowers. So with that, here's the latest:

 We've had turkeys every year, but for some reason, this year, it's just one lonely guy.

He stopped by for a drink from the little birdbath in my knot garden. When the family was here, the family got to see him fly up in the trees in the shade garden. Last year (or maybe the year before) we discovered that the whole flock was nesting in our trees at night. Justin was especially surprised that they could fly. After all they are birds!

We also are over-run with huge, black crows (are they any other color?). They are so LOUD with their squawking. The other day when I was reading and trying to nap, they were so loud that I couldn't concentrate. I finally went outside to try to figure out what all the hullaballoo was about. Of course about a dozen flew off. Since they were in the knot garden, I think they were eating the birdseed that had dropped from the bird feeders.

Then, there was a gigantic frog---dead on the driveway. We had that happen on the patio a few years ago. What happens is they somehow jump from a high place and splat on the hot, sharp aggregate and that's all she wrote. It's not like we have a bunch of frogs. In fact I never see them unless they have done this which has been exactly twice in 21 years. We must not have to many frogs or surely we'd see them once in awhile.

The moleinator finally sent me a bill. He got 6 moles. Someone asked me what will keep others from coming. I don't know the answer to that. But, I'll keep enlisting the help of the moleinator until the entire mole community gets the word that it's not worth coming here!