Happy Sunday! Got up early-ish this morning. Was gonna have my coffee on the back porch, but it's a tad bit nippy out there. Not nippy by some folks standards, but a bit nippy for this ol' gal. And, just heard a weather forecast - sposed to be cool-ish next week. We'll have highs in the 50's. Guess I'm not gonna plant my beans today after all. I want to plant! I'm all ready to plant, rows are made and I've even got a little mulching done. But, I think planting true warm weather veggies wouldn't be prudent just yet. I did however, plant some scallions the other day. I guess I'll put some pepper seeds in some pots and get my gardening fix that way. Oh, and I can finish filling up the last bed that I'm working on.
I went out to the pasture yesterday and picked up some horse poop to mix in the beds. I looked around and got some that was a tiny little bit aged since I'm (hopefully) about to plant within the next couple weeks. Somehow I don't think the bags of stuff they call "topsoil" from Wally World are gonna have much plant nutrition in them at all. Even the bags labeled 'humus and manure' looked like sand with a little bit of tree bark mixed in.... geeze louise! Looks like I'll be working on the soil quality in those beds for awhile. This year I predict lots of manure tea and compost. Just wished I hadn't used all my compost last fall. I think I need to go shovel a layer outta the barn!
We had a little visit with the step-son yesterday. We had a washer and dryer stored in our garage for him, so we delivered them to his new house. I was worried about the visit because the last time I was around him, it wasn't good. H's not a horrible person, but he treats his dad (my DH) horribly. I've tried for years to just keep my mouth shut because it's their relationship....but last summer just couldn't do it anymore. We were at the grandkids baseball game and were taking them out to lunch afterwards. Step-son was moody and un-friendly the entire lunch. Towards the end of our meal my DH asked his son a question and his son just went off on his dad (right in front of our grandson). He told my DH, in a horribly mean voice - What's your problem dad? Are you getting so dam old you can't remember anything I told you? You asked me this last week and I already told you, so don't ask me that $hit again." My jaw is hanging open, our grandson is about to cry seeing his dad go off on his granddad..... I'm afraid I rather forcibly put my glass on the table, looked at step-son and through my clenched teeth requested that this conversation be held at another time and with the proper respect for his father. Then I removed myself to the ladies room before I jumped over that table and ripped the eyeballs right out of his head. When I came out of the rest room they were out in the parking lot saying goodbye... I went straight to our car and my grandson came to say good bye to me... I did NOT even look at or talk to Mr. Evil.
DH was so sad, and honestly he was a little bit ticked at me for saying something. I told him that I would never accept that kind of behavior from my own children and for his 30 year old son to do that in front of our grandson was inexcuseable behavior. What kind of example was he setting for his own son?
A few days went by and lo and behold, DH gets a phone call from his son apologizing for his behavior. Miracle! He's never apologizedto his father for anything, so this was historic. And, he's been more respectful ever since that day. But, he and I had not been around each other since then, so I was a little nervous to see how the visit would go yesterday. AND, it went well. He was open and friendly and I was so relieved!
The moral of that story: (It's a shame, but...) Sometimes you've got to teach people how to treat you.
Gotta get some laundry done today along with about a billion other chores that just keep popping up.