I know, I know. I’ve been MIA. I’m thinking goals don’t work for me. I set a goal of posting once a week or once a month, or whatever. I can’t remember what my goal was. Obviously, it hasn’t been working for me. I kicked that goal to the sidelines. I guess it’s just that I’ve been distracted. Too many activities. And we won’t discuss the days spent just sitting on my butt playing games on my electronics. No — we won’t discuss that. You all know about that. You wake up and play a few games while you drink your coffee and next thing you know six hours have gone by. What the heck? Where has the morning gone? And I haven’t had my breakfast! Do I eat breakfast or just go right to lunch? I do that too often anymore.
Since moving back to Raleigh, for the most part, I’ve been filling my calendar with volunteering. And since my grandchildren go to year-round schools, I help with them while they are tracked out, which happens about every ten weeks. They are just finishing up three weeks of being out of school. Tomorrow will be a rude awakening when they have to get up early again. Well, not for my grandson. He still gets up early. But my granddaughter — that’s another story. Her days have been beginning at noon. Tomorrow, six a.m. is gonna be real early.
One of the volunteer jobs I’ve taken on is tending the rose gardens at the North Carolina Museum of Art, here in Raleigh. My grandson, Shane, enjoys working with plants so I’ve taken him with me on a few occasions to help clip stems and pull “the oaks”, which is the seedlings of oak trees that have taken root. He seems to like pulling “the oaks” best. The roses hurt. We say, “ow” a lot. Pulling the oaks doesn’t hurt. The don’t bite back. You’ll notice his gloves. They don’t make gloves small enough for a six-year-old. These were the smallest to be found. He was pretty jazzed about them and the plants we bought for his house. You need to take a bucket full of money any time you shop with kids, no matter what kind of store you go into.
Most times, I go by myself. I get more accomplished. His attention only lasts for about 45 minutes. Actually, my attention really only lasts for 45 minutes, but I don’t want to be called a wimp, so I tough it out. Act like a grown up. And let’s face it, those rose bushes are mean. Stop paying attention just for a minute and they stick you with those nasty thorns. Why did God make such pretty flowers and then add those thorns, I wonder?
I went this morning and as I was driving home, I had to keep pulling thorns from my arms and legs that had decided to embed themselves in me. I was so scratched up, I didn’t even feel them stick me. Of course, I had those bloody spots I had to keep wiping. I chose to work today in a pretty bed of yellow roses. They smelled so good, I decided to stick around. And they in turn, stuck me.
There are 800 bushes planted around the museum, so the work is never-ending. We need more volunteers. Anyone live in the Raleigh area?
Wish my mom were alive and living here. She’d have those roses trimmed in a second. My Mom would get a kick out of me gardening. When I was a kid growing up, we had to work in her gardens everyday before we could go play. I hated it. I would bargain to do other things, like dust, but it never worked. And here I am, voluntarily gardening. Go figure. Must have rubbed off.
Actually, it wouldn’t hurt if I did some dusting and vacuuming in my house. What a switcheroo I’ve done. I’ve gone from bargaining to dust to get out of gardening, now I garden to get out of dusting. Whoa! Scary. I’ve become my Mom.
So tomorrow? I will be selling beer and Cokes at the Rex Open Golf Tournament. The USO is a recipient of the money made on selling these refreshments. The last time I worked a golf tournament, I sold Mulligan’s. I had no idea what they were until one of the golfers told me they were do-overs. Do-overs are good things. We should have more opportunities for them. I think selling beer will be more fun. I’m guessing I can’t drink any, though. Dang. I’d really have a good time. And I’d be such a hoot!