Accessible Gardening: #21 Practical Matters for Phsically Challenged Gardeners, 1 by Agavegirl1

Agavegirl1 wrote:
Hooooolllly Crap!!!! Gasp...pant!
IT\'S HOT OUT THERE! Under 109 my butt. Thermometer reads 113. Grrrrrrr. Doesn\'t sound like much of a difference but truly when it gets to 110+ that is when you feel it. Anything below is \'do-able\' to quite comfortable. Not to mention it is \'sticky-steamy\' hot for us. Our humidity is about 35-40%. Outrageous considering our \'norm\' is 2-7% and \'moderate\' is 10-20 % and \'high\' is anything over it. OHMG I\'m frying and melting into a sweaty pile at the same time. Grrrrrr.

Had to go water the plants *grimmace* and check on my neighbor and her plants. I\'ll save pulling up the shade tents for first thing tomorrow morning. I\'m tired! Thankfully all I have to do today is my kitchen and living room floor. Probably won\'t get done until the sun sets about 7:00p.m.

Sooo....now that I whined....

Bets, yeah it is kind of nice to have a guy that can grill and virtually no clean up. I\'m not allowed to play with fire (* gee...can\'t imagine why Epileptic Jacqueline isn\'t. Can you? Tee-Hee!). So I enjoy kicking back and letting Dave cook. Makes him feel \'important\' and he has a ball doing it.

I just babysit now. I may be Epileptic and a menace to myself but I never set the BBQ grill on fire!!! ROFL...pound fists. Yes, dearest Dave did this. Forgot to clean/change out the drip tray full of grease under the mini Weber-Q then heated that sucker up and hit the grill with a can of Non-Stick spray and WHOOOOSH. Up in flames.

I was inside at the time so I didn\'t know. I hear him poke his head in the kitchen and go...\"Uhm, honey? Do you know where the fire extinguisher is? Uh...can I have it?\" I thought he was joking until I looked out back. Needless to say we went out for dinner, got a new grill and a new fire extinguisher.

Also called the police/fire dept. prior to leaving the house. Had to let them know and explain why there was no need to rush out despite the billowing clouds of smoke and the smell of \'burning\' whatever pouring from our back yard and filling up the neighborhood.

Never heard a dispatcher laugh so hard in my life. Took me a minute to convinced them I wasn\'t pulling their leg as any minute now they most likely would start getting calls from our neighbors and people on our street about this \'fire\' as soon as we get off the phone with them. ROFL. (Found out the next day several of our neighbors had called in!!!)

You got us beat though Bets. Never set any public property on fire, started a forest fire or had to involve the fire department for real! Sure hope you weren\'t drinking a cold one because that would have been all the more funny as you explained why the tree is on fire and you\'re perplexed as to how that happened.

Needless to say husband is much more diligent about cleaning the grill and buys little tin, disposable pans that he throws away after every cook out. *cheese grin*

Just grateful it wasn\'t the propane tank that went up. Ohhhhhh, that could have been scary.

\"Maters...\'maters and more \'maters. Sigh. I almost feel sorry for you. Where\'s those bone idle neighborhood kids who always want to make some spending money? Round them up and let them water those \'maters 3x\'s a day for you. Then you can just do the fertilizing, spraying and supervising. Let them know if they\'re good you will let them take home a bunch of \'maters to mom and dad. They\'ll make brownie points with mom and dad for that.

As for granny she sounds a delight and her memory is no worse than my own and I\'m way more than half her age. (shut up...). Don\'t forget if you want to be truly evil you can hide her keys. Ooops they got lost *whistle*. We\'ll find them in a day if we hunt around. Throw them in the washer or dryer and say she left them in the pocket of something she wore and you had just washed them. You found them because you were going to start up a load of something new.

As for getting to and fro and knowing whether you are coming or going I kind of empathize with granny. My husband and I both have CRS syndrome. (Can\'t Remember S***). Wal-Mart is the worse. We park in aisle 8. No matter what state we visit or what Wal-Mart we go to here we park in aisle 8. Don\'t care if aisle 3 has a front row spot. We park in aisle 8. Know why? Because we know no matter what the car IS in aisle 8 even if we have to walk all the way to the end of it almost to the street.

I swear we spent 1/2 an hour and almost called the police thinking our car was stolen because we could not remember where our car was parked once. So for now on and forever we park in aisle 8. If forced to park elsewhere I always have pens and Sharpies in my purse. Out it comes and the aisle number gets written on the back of my hand real big!

We\'re just as bad shopping. If we don\'t write it down we forget it. We do write it down and we still forget it.

Can\'t wait to see what we\'re like when we\'re granny\'s age. Oh well, at least we\'ll have an excuse to blame everyone else for driving us crazy. Better yet to be mean, cranky and to drive everyone crazy because we won\'t be able how to remember to drive ourselves crazy or how we got there. *Tee-Hee*

Glad you\'re going to have that knee of yours replaced. Not fun but necessary. Stock up the liquor cabinet first so granny doesn\'t have you hopping around and you can tune her out a lot easier.

Hugs to all.
Going to drink some water, take a cold shower (yes...they serve more than one purpose) and hang out with Zoe. She says \"Hi\" btw. Here\'s some recent pics. Caught her trying to get at an itch. Teeth! YIKES. Glad she\'s my baby and not my enemy.

Also food and a grill Dave did not set on fire: Rum and brown sugar pineapple with chili and hot pepper seasoned shrimp.

Peace. Out.
TTC