I'm Poithonouth!

I never actually watched Johnny Bravo, but that was my brother's favorite episode.

I just sprayed a dangerous poison on my half dead tree, and since I was there, I also sprayed my little spruce, the four red bud twigs in the back yard (did I mention they have leaves?), and the two burning bushes that I finally planted in the front yard yesterday. After practice, I dug up all the tulips that I had lined across the front. For each one I planted, I dug up at least three. They seemed to be thriving. I wonder why they didn't bloom the last two springs? Well, they weren't doing much good to me as flower-less plants, so even if they don't survive the transplant, I'm not really much worse off. They now live on the much sunnier back of the house. And I put some in the little garden under the deck that did so well this spring. And, of course, the two burning bushes now live under Grant and Abbie's windows. Josh says that when they become teenagers, we will be planting bushes with thorns under the kids' windows. We didn't really think it would be the same house, but, now....

Did I mention that this weekend I'm going to visit my brother in Colorado? I've already started packing. Mom will drive here that morning and pick us up, we will spend one night in a hotel on the way. We can take the kids swimming. Then...Brother's new house.

Saturday was my taiko performance. The audience was tiny, but we did well. Slow, but well. I actually had a tiny bit of excitement in the first song. I was playing the woodblock, and it's very important on that song in particular. The performance area was more square than we're used to, and we didn't know quite where to put me so that I wouldn't get hit. The result was that the woodblock got moved several times. I ended up against the wall. It was fine with me, until about 10 seconds into the song, when I realized that at some point, I must have picked the woodblock up by the bolt that holds it on. How did I realize this? Well, I had a pretty good hint when it fell forward! I caught it before it fell completely off, and played most of the rest of the song with one hand holding the woodblock onto its stand, and the other playing it. Fortunately for me, there is a place in the song with a long enough pause for me to quickly give the bolt a good crank. No one could tell by listening that I had all this woodblock drama, so I consider it a save. We had an encore, which was fun. It's flattering, even when you know the only reason is that the group who was supposed to perform after you cancelled.

Saturday afternoon, we took a walk and played with out neighbors in their yard.

Isn't this weather beautiful? It's wonderful. I could easily take another month of it. But tomorrow it will be in the 80's. Summer. Well, I guess that's alright. If we had our favorites all the time, we wouldn't appreciate them as much. Le Petit Ecolier cookies, for example. It's quite possible that they would lose some of their appeal if I had them all the time. Maybe I should try it, just to make sure.

I'm very sore from the digging. There is a place between my neck and shoulder that bothers me, and one hip from when I used the big shovel. And my grass allergies were rough last night. I had rashes on my arms (I was clever and wore pants this time) and my sinuses are a little gummy today. It's a small price to pay, though, for getting a project done. Did I mention that Josh and the kids washed the new car and waxed it while I was digging my bulbs up?

Today, it's laundry, laundry, laundry. Tonight we're having some sort of frozen something and watermelon, and then off to Grant's last soccer practice of the season! I think tomorrow we're grilling teriaki chicken legs, and I might make that pudding pie for dessert. Sounds summery!

Time for you to write me a list of your favorite movies! I'm having the nostalgic desire to have a picnic at the park and then come to my house and watch movies. So...what are your favorites?

Well, me and Abbie have a date with a Highlights magazine! Have a happy day!