Random Thoughts

motivationI feel as though someone has taken the cord from my motivational outlet and done away with it. And I don’t much care. Have you ever had a day such as this? Yeah, I got my work done at work. Money was counted, disbursed to the correct accounts, and emails were appropriately dealt with, but now that I’ve returned home…I’ve got nothing else to give. Nothing. Then you have this dark thing going on outside, happening early than usual. Like it’s dark at 5:30 now. I used to like this when I was younger, but now it’s as though the day has come to a close and I wait for sleep. But, no….I’ve still got 4 to 5 hours of time left to be productive. Yet I can’t. Because it’s dark!

I didn’t blog about it, but my beloved Walter died last week. Almost to the day. Walter was our family dog. A beautiful Weimaraner with gray eyes and grand stature. I picked him out of a litter of girls. He was about 5 months old…the same age as my daughter at the time. He was wearing purple nail polish on one of his nails, in order to tell him apart from the others. I was drawn to him the very moment I saw him and named him on the way home. Home…that’s when the fun began. Within a couple months, his head swelled twice the size it should be. After we got medication for this, he went lame. We stuck this out a few weeks, until he spontaneously walked again, and eventually fell into the river from the pier…in the dead of winter. What a fiasco it was with Walter. But slowly he got better, and drier, and the rest of his life was bliss. Until last summer when he was slow to walk, again. There was something going on with his legs and it only became worse. In the end, I had to walk him outside holding him up with a towel wrapped around his torso. His back legs didn’t work anymore. It was very sad. I watched as his beautiful ghost eyes told me he was too tired to move anymore. So my husband took him to the hospital and left him there. I watched as they took him on a stretcher from the back of his van. I watched from a safe distance in my car, far away, and bawled my eyes out. That morning I told him my good-byes and wept in front of him. He knew. And it was time. 13.5 years wasn’t long enough. 😦

Who is sick of politics, raise their hand!! I will be so happy when it’s over. People will Facebook others, encouraging them to vote. But what they really mean is to vote for who they want to win. If not, keep your sorry butt from going to the polls. I mean, really. And I’m super sick of all the stupidity out there. Of course whoever isn’t voting for your person, you automatically think they’re ignorant. It’s the most bizarre presidential election I’ve ever been witness to. Crazy!

I almost bought another plant this weekend. Poor thing was on the distressed rack for cheap. And it wasn’t half bad. I put it in my buggy, picked out a pot, and rode that thing around for awhile. Then I drove it back to the distressed rack and put it back. I don’t need another house plant, I declared to myself. I can’t keep up with the ones I’ve got. They drive me crazy. When did I fertilize last? Why is that one looking yellow? I’ve got enough to deal with. Oh yeah…I did buy a little one. I selectively forgot about that one. My kids made fun of it when I put it in the drink holder. Poor little guy was a dollar. It doesn’t like light, but drinks a lot. Kind of like my daughter! (I always get after her for not putting open her window shades and refilling the water pitcher).

As I finish my post, I still don’t feel any motivation reaching out to me. I look around at all that I could get done….and nothing. Maybe tomorrow. 🙂


Flower Shopping Down South

IMG_0667Every year I travel down south, I manage to stop by my all-time favorite flower shop. It’s located in Smithfield, North Carolina, about three hours from my home. This year I was able to visit it twice!! 🙂

DeWayne’s is the perfect place for any gardener to visit. From the girl who just wants one potted vine to sit on her window ledge in the kitchen, to the green thumb who spends all weekend toiling in their fronts and back yards, weeding and pruning to get just the right look.

They’re doing an overhaul in the store and I couldn’t be more excited. You want it? They carry it. And not only do they carry plants, trees, shrubbery, and flowers…they carry clothing, flags, bags, fountains, and jewelry. Yes, jewelry. How much more perfect can you get? It’s a good thing they aren’t located closer to me. That’s all I’m saying.

Did I mention bird houses, little hot air balloons that twirl in the wind, and souvenir-type things? Little signs that say the wittiest things. Of course it takes a seasoned shopper only a few hours to muse around at everything, and still something will be missed.

Anyway, I got me the “Tom” plant pictured above. Not named after Tom in “Waking Amy”, I assure you. I first found this type of plant at the Thomas Jefferson home in Charlottesville. It has a distinct smell and I love the little bundles of flower petals it produces. I especially love the pink ones. They were too small this go around.      The sweet potato vine next to it, I purchased because it reminded me of my trip to South Carolina. The house we stayed had a few on the front porch. I enjoyed caring for them my week there. They have a vibrant green color and can stretch for miles. No, I don’t know if they actually produce sweet potatoes. I guess I’ll find out!

Earlier in the year when I ventured to Beaufort, I stopped into the flower shop and picked up some of these. Every year I border a section of my walk with impatiens. They add nice color and burst out, filling in all the naked little areas of mulch.


I try to save a spot in the shade for the coleus. On my first trip to the store, I purchased two. One of which got taken down by a rather oversized dog who was determined to nap in that particular area. I can’t blame him, it’s the only shady spot out front. But still…my poor coleus. So on the second trip, I got more. I’ve since blocked the entrance to said “cool spot”. He must slumber in the back on the hotter days.


And don’t you love this new little purply thing? I’m not certain of the name. I left the spike outside with it, but it promises to grow extremely fast. I can’t wait. And you shouldn’t either. If you’re going to be on I-95 anytime soon, check on exit number 97, I believe. You won’t be sorry!