Big event.

Song of the day: “I want you back” by Cleopatra. I know, officially it’s from the Jackson 5, but I found the original version to be a tad chaotic. Cleopatra cleaned it up nicely. Hah.

Sooooooo...oh, nice to sit down for a bit. Got some nice music going (Harry Nelson’s “Coconut”), the sun is shining, the view is splendid, and got fresh veggies and OJ waiting for breakfast; what more do you want? Nothing, ‘tis all good this way...the past two day, let’s get to them shall we.

Let’s see, yesterday we attacked the vines for at least an hour. They’re everywhere again, and while we were at it, we also harvested our first basket full of tomatoes. We’ve got Italians, cherries, moneymakers, Brandywines, seriously there’s so many I’m already dreading the amount we’ll have in less than a week. We also have a huge basket full with green beans, by the way, plucked them myself this morning.

Onions are also sprouting all over the place, which is like, yay! I love onions. We’ll also have another batch of cauliflower today…which reminds me, I should go down later and get it.
Hmmm, herbs too. They’ll go nice with today’s lunch. Okay, salivating, excuse me for a moment he while I wipe it off. Hah.

Right, the big event of the week was yesterday afternoon when caregiver and I took tenant to the pool and helped her to float in the water for the first time in two years. It was a whole production, what with climbing up the stairs and then down again to get in, and then out again of course, but it was well worth it, I assure you. Once she was floating she was ecstatic, almost in tears, really, and truly enjoyed herself. By the time we got her back to her place, she was of course exhausted, but nothing a good night’s rest didn’t cure.

Lots of excitement going on in Spain this past week. Football (soccer) season is in full swing and since Spain is in the finals the country is basically bursting at the seams from mad anticipation. Hah. Seriously, every game Spain won (for some reason big brother and I managed to be in town on those very nights) the locals would be cruising through town with flags, honking their horns and screaming out the windows. Sport spirit, it amazes me every time. Hah.

We had another batch of chard last night, which was delicious. Seriously, those beet relations are really paying off this year. I swear, if we wanted to, we could eat the stuff three to four times a week, hah. Since big brother and I, as well as tenant and grandpa, are the only ones who really like the stuff, we only eat it once a week, of course.

Touri (my black Cocker Spaniel) is feeling neglected this past week, so every time he gets the chance, he’ll sneak through the gate and join me on the terrace so he can sleep on my feet. Really annoying that, by the way, but as long as he doesn’t start to wander through the veggies, it isn’t all that big a problem.

The dogs are, at the moment, really enjoying our abundant zucchini harvest, really, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen fully grown dogs fight for a piece of zucchini (or tomato, or cauliflower, or beet, or patato, or apples for that matter) while there is plenty to go around. Labhana (my black lab) will literally barge through the masses, scooping up pieces like a vacuum cleaner, looking all cheery as if saying: “oh, food! That’s nice! And that too, and that, and that,” lustily chewing all the while.
Nuts, I tell ya.

The edit is going well too. Managed another twelve pages yesterday afternoon, bringing me to a cheerful enough mood when we stopped for the day and headed on up to pour another three square yards, or so.
Got it all done too, so by the time the day came to an end, I was really ready to hit the sack…and did, hard! Gawd, I could sleep at least ten more hours, but that’s the anemia talking, I think. Hah.

Well, time to get to the edit. Seeya Sunday, I guess.