In so many ways, my week-end was not what I expected. Let me capture my memories of the week-end, while they are fresh:
--My spouse and his brother had Saturday plans to either go to a gun range or to ride motorcycles. But my spouse had a splitting headache, so they changed plans abruptly. We walked to the beach to have a birthday lunch at the organic brewery. It was delightful, although a very hot walk.
--My spouse and I spent a lot of time in the pool in the evening Saturday--was my deeper sleep a product of this swimming time?
--I did get all my grading done, although not all on Saturday, like I expected.
--I also thought I might get lots of packing done on Saturday, while my spouse was out. As with my grading, I did get packing done, but not on Saturday.
--You may ask why I'm packing. We expect the great flooring project to begin in a few weeks, so we need to get as much off the floors as possible. If I don't think about the enormity of it all, if I just focus on the one box that needs to be packed, I can keep going.
--I have started watering the plants in the evening. Once I saw this as yet another caretaking failure. I've always heard that one should water the plants in the morning and that watering in the evening leaves the plants exposed to rot and pests. But the plants can't be any worse off than they are now--and they seem to respond well to evening watering, perhaps because our overnight temps aren't very low. Maybe my green hydrangea blooms will finally turn a color.
--I think it's interesting that I see my plant caretaking as a failure because my petunias have turned spindly and my hydrangeas aren't turning blue or purple. Petunias are one season plants, and I've kept them alive since I bought them in February. I've never kept hydrangeas alive as long as I've kept these two plants alive. I should be bragging, not feeling bad.
And now, on to a new week. Let me keep watering my plants at night. Let me keep tackling the great flooring project, box by box. Let me stay calm and centered, no matter what comes my way.