Put 6 seedlings in the ground Saturday morning. They're about 4-5 inches tall. Then dug 23 more holes and made 5 more cages. It rained on and off all day. I was soaked.
Wait Wait Don't Tell Me was particularly terrific. The panelists were Charlie Pierce, Amy Dickinson, and, my favorite, Paul Provenza. A dream team, though I think Amy was a little drunk.
Then Sunday afternoon at about 2, the skies opened up and we got roughly 13 inches of rain in 20 minutes. Dang. The last thing tomato seedlings need is massive amounts of water.
Turned my white trash compost heap, and, despite being in the sun in the afternoon, it's actually composting. I love that odor; it smells like... possibility. And garbage. It's right outside my back door so I can just throw vegetable peelings out there. But I really need to figure out how to shade it so it composts faster. I had it all figured out last night after 3 glasses of wine, but for the life of me I can't remember what my idea was. Note to self: Carry that ThinkPad and pen your big brother Jesse gave you at the hospital, you idiot.
This weekend is all about the cages. Saw Saturday, put the boxes together Sunday. I.e., get the sawing over with before Mother's Day so as not to disturb my neighbor's picnic.
Sunday afternoon was very maudlin. When you hate your job, you can never make enough money. When you love what you do, money somehow works itself out. It's a mystery, in that Shakespeare In Love sense, I think.
There's a foundation in Birmingham that helps people financially dealing with cancer. They need volunteers to help with anything from getting people to their treatments to making meals for them. I think I need to volunteer.