Utah Vegetables

I am one of these.

My routine is now: get up, talk to Sophie, make coffee, make the bed, surf the web, read, water part of the lawn, stare over the vast valley, drink water, talk to Sophie, read, write a bit, exchange emails with Kimi, talk to Sophie, move the water, sit on the front swing again-looking at the hummingbirds and bees on my huge lavender patch, talk to Sophie, eat supper, watch a movie, read, go to bed.

The excitement is killing me.

Sometimes, this routine is broken up by calling my Mom and exchanging animal stories with her, each of us trying to one up the other. She has the Terrier, I have Sophie, who is the oddest cat I've ever seen. She plays fetch, she follows me through the house, sits on the sink when I shower, knows I am going out when I put on my jeans (she attempts to bite them), and basically runs my life. She lies down by whatever door I've gone out of, waiting for me to return. And, she still cleans my chin every morning. At least, she's got it in her head the human's breast is not for her, and no longer waits in anticipation for it's appearance.

Sometimes, I have coffee with HRH, who is the substitute American Sign Language teacher for one of the high schools. We have interesting conversations, as I tend to do with my interesting children:

-So, someone posted I am a three bagger on my blog.

-Wow, Mom! That was harsh.

-Yeah, I thought so, because, I mean, one bag is sufficient, don't you think?

-Totally! Especially if it's burlap, because it won't slid around or make noise like a paper bag...it would cling to your hair and stuff, and you won't have to worry about it coming off.

-Good point!

-You know, Mom, two words make everyone in the world look beautiful....

-Oh?

-Ah huh.... Light. Switch.

We both nod and finish our coffee.


I go to movies with The Investment, and sadly, we've seen everything, so, last night, our choices were either a film about Mormon missionaries or "Death Race". We tossed a coin, and the Mormons lost.

So did we.

The funniest thing was, the rest of the packed theater was there because they actually thought this was a good film to come see, and, from their reaction, they got their money's worth. The Investment and I ate our popcorn, candy and drinks... and sat silently staring at what is up for one of the worst films I've seen... ever. We didn't leave (our usual M.O.) simply because the Mormon movie had already started, so, there was nothing else we could sneak into.

The upside is, I'm healthy, I have great good times with The Investment and HRH and her family, Sophie keeps me entertained, and I'm writing.

As long as I don't find myself with my ass attached to the chair by roots, I should be okay.