garden and life things
Today was a very busy day, filled with make-up classes from 8:30 -6 without a break in between. I tramped a lift halfway home and that bought me an hour and a half in travel time so I was home in time to see what grows in the garden.
Well, what grows is all good! Two of the tomatoes went from having the barest blush of colour on them yesterday to having an almost all-over orange colour today. I’ve got six cucumbers that need to be picked either tomorrow (one definitely tomorrow) or on Tuesday morning. Four more of the little hot peppers have gone red and so should also be harvested tomorrow or Tuesday at the latest (if I want the plant to keep on making peppers). I’m not sure what to do about the 3 bell peppers growing on the sweet pepper plant — do I take them off now, while they are green but still relatively small (going by last year, they are gargantuan) and hopefully promote more fruiting, or should I leave them a bit longer to see if they will grow still bigger before turning and still hope for more fruiting?
The little corner store saved a bunch of stuff for me to compost and added in separately 6 potatoes, 3 red bell peppers, and two packs of mushrooms that are still fine today but won’t be fine in a couple of days and they get a new delivery in the morning so need the space — so yeah, spontaneous cook-up then freeze happening tonight.
Little Mouse is doing awesomely and I’m now a major fan of the steroid shot plus antibiotics. He has gained significant weight and is running about the house terrorizing the other cats. When a blind cat can make you run, you know you are a scaredy-cat.
I’ll end on a personal request. Those of you who pray, please add in a few extra prayers for my Ema and those of you who don’t pray, please add some good, positive thoughts. She went into hospital today for a week-long testing session to ascertain the next treatment step. Her previous doctor, El Incompetano, told her she was in remission but she wasn’t and isn’t and, in fact, seems to be at a more advanced stage than he initially diagnosed her at, and the treatment regime he’d put her on might have been the best there was a couple of decades ago but…we’ve lost a lot of time through his conservatism and the previous four doctors who didn’t figure out that she had two frickin kinds of cancer and told her all her symptoms were psychosomatic or due to a variety of other things that she didn’t have.