The Dynamic Duo

Hey, everyone, UltraMom here. Long time, no post, but not for lack of material. In fact when I think about all the exciting and wondrous experiences I should be writing about, I am overwhelemed.
Today was a nice day, though I didn’t get much accomplished. UltraDad and I both had the holiday (Memorial Day) off. We both got paid for not working, which was a first for him. His company recently decided it was costing them too much money to keep a full crew on and pay double time and a half for holiday pay, so were working with a skeleton crew to save some money. I know, I agree; it seems like skeletons wouldn’t make very good workers, but I think they also don’t eat much and never need to sleep, so there you go.
I grubbed about in my erstwhile garden spot trying to beat the weeds into submission prior to planting seeds and seedlings. Already growing, as volunteers from last year’s labors, are carrots, garlic, chives and little onions, as well as thyme, mint, sage, and the occasional lettuce and spinach plant. I have 5 tomato plants nestled happily in their wall-waters, and there they will stay until I am darn well sure the freaky night freezes are a thing of the past. I have always wanted to use these cool plant protection devices, but this was the first year I actually found them when I was ready to purchase. I have every reason to believe they will give my tomato plants a tremendous growing boost, and I love looking at the odd green teepees that say to the world:” This is a serious, knowledgeable gardener,” though, of course it is a lie.
Most of my strawberry plants are on the other side of the big tree, but I left one in the tomato patch last year, as it seemed to be growing into the wooden railroad tie that was keeping my tier in place. It has proven to be a prolific little plant, and I have decided it’s 10 or so offspring will coexist with the tomatoes. Hopefully, everyone will get along.
The garden is rewarding, but daunting, especially as I consider how much is still left to weed, prepare and plant, but either I will get it done, or I won’t. And the world will, in all probability, still go on.
UltraDad and I tried out the new eatin’joint in town; a little previously closed-down café now open under new management. Udad had the special: hand-stuffed pork chop with baked potato, vegetable, salad and roll. I had the chef salad, which was missing the hard-boiled egg and swiss cheese described in the menu. We weren’t much impressed, and will probably go back to Chin’s, the long-established Chinese restaurant the next time we get the urge to eat out close to home.
Just to give you a quick run-down, I have had company, attended a couple of graduations and had a vacation trip to California. If you are good boys and girls and if the muse hits (or Ubob finds a way to deliver a threatened electrical charge when I am not blogging) you will hear all about it soon. But not today. I think I hear Bookworm calling my name.

UltraMom