My garden is going to die again, because I'm spending a lot less time watering since I got the new hose. It's just no fun any more, with water dripping all over me. I whip through the yard, spritzing here and spraying there, and I try to get it over with as soon as I can. The green will be turning back to brown soon, unless I take immediate remedial action.
Tomorrow being Monday and all, I won't be able to run all over town looking for nozzles and connectors and such. What I can do is stop at Rite Aid on my way to the post office and see what they have. Maybe I'll just buy duct tape. Maybe I'll go for a whole new hose. It just depends on how much of the frustration I'm feeling now carries over.
I guess I could have gone out shopping today, but then I'd be sure to overspend. Anyway, I didn't plan on seeing anyone all day. I didn't even bother to shave this morning, and I always shave if I expect to be around other people. It's okay if someone shows up unexpectedly, like Mom, but I'd never make a trip to Target on a day I didn't shave.
She had three photos left on the roll of film in her camera, and she insisted I stand in front of the house and pose for her. I protested (the shaving thing), but mildly. Chances are she didn't get me in focus anyway.