So I'm sick. Not really sure why. Started with wierd CNS side effects with allergy meds...turned into stomach issues...now I'm achy and ill all over. W thinks I'm dehydrated. Possibly. I feel the same way I did after the now famous Lakeridge Country Club buffet to the ER visit incident. Except minus the...um...praying to the porcelain gods. But due to that and prior food poisoning happenings, I am aware of the bone flaying, skin pain feeling of dehydration. Somehow I have it. (Or I'm getting meningitis - hypochondria coming out.)
So I've spent a day and a half on the couch. Coudn't really enjoy Flying Burrito in Chapel Hill last night. Mexican and Tex-Mex just aren't the same after living in Lubbock. Give me Abuelo's or Chimy's any day for real margaritas, fajitas and fish tacos. All else pales in comparison.
Lots and lots of planting yesterday...potentially the reason for the dehydration. But the herb garden is now complete. Photos coming soon. Funny, you say herbs to any of our friends and they think we're growing an accesory to a Jimmy Buffet concert. No square grouper here. Just two kinds of basil, two kinds of lavender, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, lemon balm, cilantro, and dill. (Stop with the Simon & Garfunkel humming.)
Also I planted findings from the Alamance County Women's Resource Center Herb Sale. It's official - I'm becoming my mother. I'm visiting herb sales with girlfriends on a Friday early evening and spending time talking to the Lavender Lady of Orange County, NC. Oh well, there could be worse things than spending time with a girlfriends, contributing money to the local community and buying gorgeous Thai basil, lime scented geraniums, and dwarf bleeding hearts. My mother says I've become a more well-rounded person since my induction into the world of digging in the dirt. (But do you realize how much money you can spend on gardening equipment? Speaking of the green stuff, W and I have ambitions to spend some time and money on putting in a brick patio and two walkways in our backyard. Ambition is a crazy thing. If this works out, it will culminate in a July fajita / margarita party. Be prepared.)
Travel Update:
Home this week and some of next
Kansas City in mid-May
SPBT conference in Chicago the third week
Colorado for vacation with W and some Elon friends the last week
Song of the Day:
How to Save a Life - The Fray
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Fresh air
Sitting at dinner last night we noticed something that had previously escaped our attention. We can open our windows here!
Due to the ever present dust and constant fear of dust storms in West Texas, W and I probably opened our windows 2-3 times each spring and fall. Even with the windows constantly closed, our new home would gather a layer of grit over everything within two hours of being cleaned. Our brand new windows were no match for the fine, red-brown, swirling dust that would creep in and gather sometimes two inches high in the sills. A dust storm would rise from a clear day, blowing at 50-60 miles per hour, dragging trash cans, loose bicycles and yard furniture in it's wake. In Lubbock I learned how to cope with grit in my hair, my teeth and even my ears.
But in North Carolina we have humidity instead of dust! How wonderful it is to open up our windows, turn on the fans and leave the house without fear of coming home to a pile of dirt and a large professional cleaning bill. We are learning to enjoy fresh air and the sounds of birds again!
Due to the ever present dust and constant fear of dust storms in West Texas, W and I probably opened our windows 2-3 times each spring and fall. Even with the windows constantly closed, our new home would gather a layer of grit over everything within two hours of being cleaned. Our brand new windows were no match for the fine, red-brown, swirling dust that would creep in and gather sometimes two inches high in the sills. A dust storm would rise from a clear day, blowing at 50-60 miles per hour, dragging trash cans, loose bicycles and yard furniture in it's wake. In Lubbock I learned how to cope with grit in my hair, my teeth and even my ears.
But in North Carolina we have humidity instead of dust! How wonderful it is to open up our windows, turn on the fans and leave the house without fear of coming home to a pile of dirt and a large professional cleaning bill. We are learning to enjoy fresh air and the sounds of birds again!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
TV's and trips
So after much hemming and hawing we have purchased the big HDTV. We solicited advise from our nephew Jordan who works in the electronics department at Sam's Club, Cnet.com reviews, Amazon.com reviews, my brother and various big box sales people. And the winner is....
It's big, it's beautiful and you can see the sweat on Phil Mickelson's brow. W is in heaven.
It's big, it's beautiful and you can see the sweat on Phil Mickelson's brow. W is in heaven.
On Friday, I returned from a week in Puerto Rico for a company meeting. This is not regular...we just had a very good year. Ran into an old friend from my training five years ago who was there on a rewards trip with his company. The older I am, the more I realize how TINY the world actually is...
I'm actually home all week and catching up on lots of work stuff...and some personal stuff including the garden. Maybe this weekend I'll be ready to post some pictures of my developing vegetable bed. W is dreaming of adding a putting green to our backyard. Oh my!
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