I was not going to let my flowers die in this heat if I could help it. So yesterday I went out on the patio and moved those big pots over by the French door so they would get a bit of afternoon shade.
I rested every few minutes, fearing I’d hurt my ankle. But it was fine. I iced and elevated it just as a precaution.
I guess weeks of physical therapy and doing home exercises has helped a lot. This therapist always seems to be able to get me back in business. It doesn’t hurt much when I drive now and a week ago it did. So that’s more progress.
So much work goes into the planting and tending and nurturing of plants that I was going to do whatever I could to get the brutal day sun off of them at least part of the day.
I’m pretty sure my tomatoes and cucumbers have about bit the dust.
I had wonderful tasty cucumbers last year and I’m disappointed about that. But you can’t fight the weather.
I feel sorry for farmers who so depend on their crops.
After the success with this year’s zinnias I planted from seed I think I may just order more of them next year. Oddly enough, though zinnias are usually easy to start from seed, I was never very successful at it.
So note to myself for next year: order zinnia and cosmos seeds. When everything else out there looks wilted and sad, those zinnias are still perky.
You can see where I had the pots in the middle of the patio. That was all day sun there. The plants were beautiful from April till June.
I’d at least like to get through August without the heat killing my garden.
And this is going out 2-3 times a day to give the plants a drink! But then it is a hot cement patio.
If I need to constantly check on them to keep them alive, then I’ll do my best to do that.
Ivy has been on a tear this morning. She is making weird cat noises she normally doesn’t make.
She’s been on the table next to my chair while I type and aggravated me half to death sticking her head in my way to get petted. I tell her to just wait till I’ve finished and I’ll pet her all she wants. But a cat is a cat and that is that.
The past few days she has swiped toilet paper and paper towels and torn them to bits as though she’s making nests. I find little piles of them around the apartment.
I keep the toilet paper roll wrapped up pretty tight. But I’ve seen her reach up there with her claws and just claw at the bottom of the roll until she tears some loose.
I don’t know where she’s getting the paper towels. But if there are some tucked away in a chair or something, Ivy will find it.
Then there’s the furry mouse toy. I have purchased three more toys hoping she’d take to them, because the mouse I got her at Petsmart that she loved so much is nothing but a bit of fur and a piece of plastic.
Still she carries it around and ignores the other intact toys I’ve gotten for her.
I guess I’ll have to break down and go into Petsmart when I’m over that way and see if they have another one. I think it may have been on clearance though so I don’t know if I can find it again.
Just now I had to take a break for about 15 minutes because Ivy did something to my electric recliner.
I was sitting here typing away and suddenly the nearby lamp on the glass table teetered and thankfully I was able to grab it before it fell.
Then I pushed the buttons on my chair and nothing worked. So I had to move the couch, turn over the recliner, and find all the cords and worry with them until I got things fixed.
Then as soon as I sat down she reached up and grabbed at my hand with her claws.
She’s been causing trouble all morning long and even though I know I’m talking to myself and not doing a bit of good I holler: “Ivy, get out from under there! Ivy stop that right now!”
All I’m doing is scaring Charlie half to death, which I don’t mean or want to do. But a person gets aggravated.
Then after the mess with the chair I got an ice pack for my back before I sat back down and said, as I usually say: “I’m going to whip me a cat!”
Of course I don’t mean it and it doesn’t scare her, but it makes me feel a little bit better to say it. I don’t know where I got such sayings; probably from my granny.
So happy 4th of July to me with Ivy in a particularly rambunctious mood.
Oh, and I didn’t end up getting barbecue for my meal. I got a pizza instead yesterday, which will last me three days. Unfortunately, Marios, which was my favorite pizza place, just closed down.
Don’t you hate it when you find a restaurant that becomes your favorite and suddenly it’s gone?
It was a local establishment. The son who opened it some years ago died and his mother took it over. Apparently she wanted to retire.
You know, I’ve never seen a cat who could get herself in more trouble than Ivy. I recently got one of those wooden holders for my TV remote, readers and other things Ivy knocks off the table with regularity.
She is constantly putting things in those wooden slots and then trying to dig them back out. She’s probably going to eventually knock it off the table and break it. And I’ll be right back where I started.
I just looked behind me and she’s laying on that pet bed. Maybe she’ll settle down for awhile. If I wasn’t worn out before from getting up and down letting Charlie out after he had his diuretic, I sure am now.
Thank goodness for ice packs.
She’s staring up at me and I just wonder what that cat is thinking?