today tomatoes

Today we did tomatoes. Well. The guys did corn, us two womenfolk picked tomatoes. And several large muscle groups are objecting to their new activities with great gusto. Must be time for more Aleve.

Tomorrow I'm told there will be a girl who complains a lot. Evidently she went to college, majored in beer drinking, came home and hasn't done a thing since.

Ugh. I am SURE that the way to avoid this is to require all my children to do lots and lots of chores while they are here, so that once they grow up and go away, they will only come back for visits! Don't get me wrong, I love my boys, they are the absolute best.

My oldest plays Farm Town for me online! And during the past weekend the two little ones and I all three lay on our backs in the one long white plastic lounge chair one night and tried to see the shooting stars. We almost didn't all fit. The little one snuggled up beside me and the middle one just flopped down on top of me. First I said, well, just lay down on my lap. So he did. But face down. Okay, I said, if you're gonna make a wish, you're going to have to lay face up so you can see the stars. And they were SO SWEET. Love those boys.

They all think I should have been wishing exclusively for a better house. They're starting to look like those goldfish that just won't stop growing out of their tank. Glub glub... mom, we're so sick of this little apartment our eyeballs are starting to pop and we've had it up to the gills.

Well once again after picking and sorting and hauling and a little snack of some field fresh melon, I crashed as soon as I got home and took a shower. Ugh. Sleep takes over and I have nothing to say about it.

Yesterday I went to walmart, and bought some boots I'm not too impressed with. I think I'll go look someplace else. My calves are too muscular or possibly fat for the tops of the boots I got, and I had my pants legs tucked in but that didn't work out so great either. So the adjustable ones would be good. I'm not sure it's fat. Even when I was way skinnier my calves still didn't fit into regular kneesocks.

I woke up last night and tried to get out of my dark dark room, and went in the wrong direction. And was lost in my own bedroom, which is not that big. I was walking towards the door, I thought, but ran up against some furniture which I didn't recognize in the dark. And felt around, it made no sense, the door was supposed to be right there. I was facing the wrong side of the room.

That used to happen to me when I was little... once I thought for sure that elves had entered the room and rearranged my furniture and also the location of the doors and windows. I wonder if I'm actually somewhat asleep when I do that. Once when I was very pregnant I awoke to see a komodo dragon sitting by my bed. I vaulted across the ex-husband to the other side of the king sized bed, and landed on my toes like a gymnast on the floor by the dresser and the sliding glass door. And stared at that komodo dragon. Till finally I think I started to reason that there could be no dragon, I must have been still asleep?

What the heck is going on? I've been having the strangest night experiences lately. Nevermind the BAT. Yes the bat has been knuckling around in the ceiling AC ductwork. This morning after I hit snooze I immediately heard it at the grate of the vent. Freakin damn bat, I popped up cursing and bitching about the bat. It was 4:30 AM and I really did need to get up anyway but I thought if I wasn't gonna shower I could sleep till 4:45 but no. The bat woke me right up. So I folded up some paper and used some masking tape to block off the vent to my bedroom. But on the drive to the farm I started thinking about that. I might have to rethink that decision. If he dies in there, it's gonna blow my cold air over that dead bat. And yuck.