Traditional bi-color and Ruutel Clematis bloomin' gorgeous. Chuck Pace © 2007
"We Thought You Was Dead." This is not coming from my faithful readers to me, nay. This is me and my bride talking to the flora which is only now showing signs of beauty after not being there at all last year. Oh, Brother where art thou? Clematis, be thy name. "We thought you was a Toad." I planted thee a year ago and thou didst not flourish. You looked sorry, down and desperate, and then you withered. I spoke to another gardener(Mary Jane) who has had similar clematis dramatis experiences and I feared the worst. Yet a few days ago one of my plants said I shall not spoil in the soil, my toil is best to climb to the skies. Than last night when I arrived from my own toils at the camera distributors I found that another Clematis, this one a deep red Ruutel Clematis from Apopka Florida was also climbing out of the surly turf and making nice with the garden. I was pleased, and it gave me something to blog about other than scratching my behind (EEE). I am up now before the witching hour has even had a chance to simmer down because Jenni is in the bedroom making all the sounds of a steam fitters competition, wheezing and coughing and gurgling and worse. I couldn't sleep in the foundry, so I resigned to come to the world headquarters for some respite from the resonating respirator.
Later today, after the Sun has climbed upon his Chariot and began his tour of the heavens I will be taking the Deutsche Frauline to Dreyer and Reinbold for what I hope is a simple adjustment. The drivers side door has decided not to open from within the vehicle, but the mechanism seems to work easily and perfectly fine from without. I hope it is a simple adjustment or an easily remedied (spelled inexpensive) one. After that bit of fun I am going to Plainfield for an adjustment of my own. Jo, who worked at the store from September 25th of last year until Friday of last week, is pouring herself and her efforts back into self-employment, pursuing Massage therapy (which she is licensed to do in both Indiana and Florida), and Nail arts and cosmetology which she needs to re-test for re-licensing here in the Hoosier state. Rest assured my visit will not involve a manicure or pedicure, verily nay, my visit is to relieve the back spasms I have been having since the very Friday I mentioned merely one run-on sentence ago. Jenni tried to excise the knots in my left trapezius a few days ago and nearly broke her fingers, so I go to a trained professional for scapular relief. Then after that Jo and I will most likely go for lunch and possibly a Mojito (or two) at Metropolis. While there I will keep an eye out for that scoundrel Lex Luthor, I have a feeling he's up to no good.
I spent most of my previous evening preparing my old (McDaniels) i-Mac for its new home in Stuart Florida at Meredith's apartment. I was cleaning out Chuck junk and updating software and adding some i-Tunes for the Apple of my eye's ears. I will have to ship the 'puter down in a day or two, as today's activities, with the added D&R Deutsche Frauline visit is going to preclude me from packaging and finishing the job. It's always something, and these week days off are just too busy and hectic.
Now the best news. My mother will be home from the hospital for Mother's day. Her multiple surgeries went well, her fever is de-feated and de-fevered and tomorrow they begin the process of de-marionetting her from all the feeders, IV's, drips, pulse-ox and monitoring lines she's been wired too and she should be home in time for Smallville (or at least to call while I'm watching and DVR-ing it). That's super, man. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto.
Chuck Pace © 2007
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