virtue

8:30 pm last evening - dining room window

I'm tired. I've stayed up way past my bedtime (of 9pm) nearly every night this week. Life has been feeling full and rich and busy. The weather has been absolutely gorgeous, and our little village is still (thankfully) feeling quiet and sleepy too and not yet in it's full-on summer swing.

Hey ! La Beast Rouge and I took a little spin last evening. The drag about being a perfectionist and having yard help, or any kind of help for that matter, is the Fussy Factor. It may take me a very long while to get around to doing many a household or garden chore but ... when I do, or if I ever do - said chore - of course I have a very specific and detailed manner that I would prefer it to be done. Sigh. Meticulous or bust is kinda my motto (and there's no shortage of bust - fear not). However, I'm not so sure that meticulous is part of a 12 year old boy's vocabulary. Wink. So ... he donned the whipper snipper and Mama pushed la beast rouge around our yard while yelling and gesticulating wildly to him, over the din and sputtering of La's cranked up motor, pointing out the areas that needed to be whipped, snipped & clipped. Sigh. I apologized later to him for being so cranky & fussy (to which he replied you weren't cranky & fussy - phew !). I tried to explain to him how neatness was a virtue when tending lawns (another word not in a 12 year old's book of terms) - Very important I told him and would most definitely help ensure him many repeat customers. 'Tis a bit of a project this one is but one I confess to be enjoying. Patience it seems - is another one of those virtues.

I'm having a massage this afternoon (hooray !) - goodness - part of my much loved and brand new extended health care plan. Look out weekend ... here we come !