Small white/beige caterpillars have been eating all the leaves off my big pot of peppermint outside by the French doors.
This morning I went out and cut the peppermint way back and hope they won’t come back. I couldn’t stand looking at the thing with leaves fast disappearing.
Insects of some variety are eating the leaves of many of my plants right now. I just got my patio set up and planted and here come the insects to dine at the enormous buffet.
Yesterday Kasi, my youngest, saw her doctor and learned that she is going to have to have surgery again Monday on her wrist. He told her that he had underestimated the severity of the fracture. Apparently, even though it’s only been a couple of weeks, it was starting to heal in a V shape.
She just got the staples out yesterday and will have to start all over again in a few days. I feel so bad for her. Now that’s some really bad luck.
My other daughter Kendra had a procedure last Friday and is so far doing okay. Naturally she’s chomping at the bit over that flip house she just bought.
Yesterday I called her and she was dragging in groceries she wasn’t supposed to lift. Of course I scolded her about it.
I see so much of myself in her. I always strained the rules medically as well. Did things my body wasn’t healed enough to do.
I could have told her it will all catch up with her one day and she will pay for doing things too soon. But I didn’t.
The apple doesn’t necessarily fall far from the tree.
I have to tell you a funny story about Riley, my 16 year old grandson.
A few weeks ago (Kendra told me all this) he was over at his dad’s place and his dad was working under the kitchen sink trying to fix something.
Riley went over to the sink with a glass and turned the water on and yes, there was nothing underneath it.
His dad shoos him out of there and Riley then lights a candle. His dad is walking into the room where Riley is and sees Riley swiping his hands back and forth just above the candle, his cool way I suppose of blowing it out.
He accidentally hit the candle, which goes flying across the room. Right onto his dad’s work phone, wax dripping everywhere. His dad is about to flip I imagine.
Then Riley goes back into the kitchen for another glass of water and does the same thing. His dad says grab towels and get this water cleaned up. He somehow forgot the earlier mess he’d made doing the same thing.
His dad had been working outside all day, so he tells Riley to go pick up food for them to eat. Figured that would get him out of the house making messes for a bit.
Riley does as his dad asks, as he is driving now and has his own car.
When Riley comes back he goes through the garage and up the steps (apparently there are stairs you go up into the house). Somehow he lost the grip on the sacks or stumbled or something and splat, there goes dinner down the stairs.
I think his dad was probably about to have a heart attack by then. He’s got a big mess in the kitchen with all the water Riley turned on that went straight to the floor. He didn’t seem to understand that his dad working under the sink might mean that the sink was temporarily inoperable.
He destroys his dad’s expensive work phone with candle wax, not to mention the wood floor. Then he drops lunch down the stairs.
Riley is tall and skinny as a bean pole. He thinks it’s fashionable to wear his thick bangs halfway over his eyes. Maybe that keeps him from seeing straight.
And I imagine clumsiness just goes along with being a teenage boy.
I’ve got to take Charlie to acupuncture.
Got any good grandchild stories to tell?