Today started in its normal Saturday fashion. I made up SO's meds for the week, then went over to Emerson to do my weekly tasks for the church grounds. We're currently trying to cut back, trim, and generally recover from the frost which killed back quite a few shrubs and damaged the outer leaves of the century plants (agaves).

Home again, home again, jiggety jog, to make lunch and try to coerce the kitchen into a semblance of orderliness.

After lunch I went to the bookstore and bought the SO two books: The Buried Book and Beyond 9 to 5, both of which had intriguing reviews. I'm trying to leaven my lust for cheap fiction with some more edifying nonfiction. The bookstore was crowded. A scene like that gives me hope that the art of reading may not be dead. Perhaps computer literacy is linked to improved reading ability.

My SO indicated an interest in both books; I'll read them when he's done. Or filch them from his pile of books if it looks like he's into a different subject. He knows where to find books which are lost, missing or strayed. They are usually on my "to be read" table.

After the bookstore I meandered past The Green Thumb, my neighbor- hood nursery (every plant you could love or hate is stocked). I picked up 7 tomato plants and one zucchini. I've learned about zucchini. One plant is PLENTY. A couple of years ago I planted six of them, and the neighbors would hide behind their doors when they saw me coming up the front walk with yet another green giant under my arm. One neighbor has since moved out of the neighborhood. I wonder why....

I still need to loosen the soil and get the tomato cages ready. Then into the ground they go: 3 Early Girls (I want tomatoes as soon as possible) and 3 Celebrity (later tomatoes, bright red and juicy) and 1 Better Boy (because I've never tried them). No partridges, no pear trees.

And that was Saturday.