Greg came over after work and helped fill the galvanized containers with soil.
Then he left and I began planting while rolling around on my old garden cart.
Which wasn’t all that easy rolling over gravel. But it was better than trying to stand to do it, which I couldn’t at this point have done.
Not Quite Happy Yet:
I’m not truly happy with the galvanized container garden area as is.
And not only that, but I now realize that I arranged them in front of the crooked light pole!
Which means that every photo I take of that area will have crooked tubs of plants as well as a crooked light pole in the background.
There will have to be a fix to these problems or I will never enjoy that space.
I know how that must sound. But I can’t turn off that part of my brain.
So this morning I’m thinking: Maybe I should find a rock place (or that’s what I call them) just like I did in Tyler. I found lots of goodies there.
A New Idea:
Maybe I could go pick out paving stones and rocks and see if I can provide some cohesiveness to the arrangement. Put something under the containers to make them look even.
I absolutely love those places that sell hardscape materials like rocks and paving stones.
Steve and I passed one out in the middle of nowhere on our adventure last Sunday.
My 14 year old granddaughter would probably enjoy that kind of outing. She loves rocks too.
This Is How The Story Began:
I decided that I wanted gravel in that area over by the sidewalks.
Then realized that nothing was under the gravel to keep the weeds from coming through.
From there I progressed to the idea of arranging galvanized containers in that space to cover some of the weeds.
And now I’m trying to find a fix for the crookedness of the galvanized tubs setting on top of the gravel.
There’s not necessarily a method to this madness. I’m a little obsessive compulsive about a variety of things.
Cleaning To Eradicate Germs:
I tend to clean things like door knobs. Although, patting myself on the back just a bit, there has to be lots of germs on door knobs.
I got in the habit of cleaning food containers and plastic cups of iced drinks during COVID. And I’m still doing it.
Now that I’ve started I probably can’t stop.
I’m just wondering why I didn’t think to do it before. Why didn’t I realize that the person passing food to me at a drive-thru was probably passing germs as well?
How had my brain missed such an obvious occurrence?
There’s never been a germ I didn’t want to tackle with a good strong spray of alcohol and water.
A Story Greg Told Me:
Yesterday Greg told me he goes into all kinds of terrible places to see people for physical therapy. Many are disabled and need help to clean their homes.
He told me about one elderly man who has a daughter and grandson living with him.
The daughter and grandson are able-bodied, but they do nothing about the rats crawling across the floor.
Greg said he saw a big rat just waltz across the kitchen floor like it owned the place. And at this point the rats probably do own the place.
I shudder to think about it.
When I ran a Meals On Wheels route in Tyler, I saw some pretty difficult things at times.
One man was a hoarder and I had a hard time finding a surface where I could place his meal.
The Vet On My Meals On Wheels Route:
There was one vet who had rigged up this pulley system. He would lower a tray down from his second floor apartment.
I would wait until it reached me and then I’d place his food on the top.
And he would reel it back up and over the railing.
I don’t know if it was because he didn’t want anyone near his apartment. Or if it was an effect of PTSD, or maybe he was just afraid of germs himself.
Or all of the above.
But he’d reel his food up, wave, and go inside. And I’d head back to my car to go to the next person on my route.
Anyway, I got a little far off topic.
Are you one of those people who agonize over things that look crooked? Like uneven lampshades maybe? Or wall decor that isn’t hanging straight?
Or other things that bother you?