Psychic Advice

I have finally cleaned my yard and tiny flower patch, and planted some new flowers. I live in Northern California and this past Winter’s freeze killed a few things.  My flower patch is tiny and my roses and other thirsty plants are in pots; this way there’s hardly any difference in my overall water use.  We’ve been asked to conserve water, which I’ve been doing for years anyway.  I planted some colorful pansies and petunias and acquired two new small rose bushes which are giving me some lovely flowers.  Playing in the dirt, along with my regular pumping iron work-outs, are what help the most in keeping me grounded and balanced.  I love driving or walking up the hill to my house and seeing the beautiful colors in the the tiny patch and in the pots lining the front of the house.  Taking a little time to wash and wax the car would improve the appearance even more.  That’s for next week.  The two outdoor cats abandoned by others and now fed and loved by me are usually a visible presence anytime I step outside or come home.  They seem to recognize the sound of my car way before I get to the house, and sit between the flower pots ready to greet me.  The huge black and white one is named Shamu and the blue eyed later arrival I call  Gabby as she is continually talking away.  They’re both neutered so they’re not contributing to the exploding feral cat population.  I recently went to a birthday party where I received a little bag of party favors that included a bottle of that bubble blowing stuff.  I took a little bubble blowing break between the flowers the other day and got a kick out of Gabby’s total puzzlement.  I was having a great time blowing bubbles and lauging away when a car stopped, its occupants being lost.  Lots of peole get lost up here, the houses being numbered without any logic whatsoever.  I think they were all numbered in the order in which they were built, hence 17362 is nowhere near 17363.  I do wonder why people always stop to ask for directions when I am either being silly or trimming plants bent over with my butt facing the road.  At least the butt is a lot smaller than it used to be.  Now that the plants are done, the house needs cleaning, the dog needs brushing and the car needs washing.  At least I’m keeping up with my work-outs, even when I really don’t feel like it.  Today (yesterday actually), getting to the gym and hefting those weights took every bit of will power I could muster.  The soreness in my muscles and what I call the post leg workout duck waddle tell me I did a thorough job.  It seems to be time to stop blogging, feed the furries and get some sleep.  I’m nodding out over my key board.  Anybody else keeping up with “Dancing with the Stars”?  My mom got me addicted to that show and I really enjoy it.  I also envy these people’s ability to learn those dances and perform so well, it’s a gift I just don’t have.  My complete inability to follow of course doesn’t help.  I hope the lady pulls it off and wins the trophy.  Good night everyone.