Every Sunday before Memorial Day, I say I’m not gonna waste it watching races, but then I always do. Yesterday, I was pooped from spending Saturday changing out the pansies here and at the stores with begonias and impatiens. I also spent hours puttering around the yard, moving heirloom tomatoes seedlings into pots, harvesting tiger lily bulbi and planting them.
First, it was that ridiculous farce known as the Indianapolis 500. Every time a car moved high to pass, it smashed into the wall. And of course, disaster waited for anyone who managed to even touch. Thankfully, there were war movies on AMC and TCM to watch during the hundreds of commercials.
The Wife busied herself friending the universe on Facebook to such an extent that she was just blocked for two days. We dined on leftovers until I ventured out around 4:00. I found some magenta geraniums at Walmart on sale and replaced the pansies in the three pots on the porch with them. Then I used the pots they came in for the remaining begonias and impatiens.
We grilled some burgers and I settled in to watch the Coca-Cola 600. A dozen cautions kept it moderately entertaining and I watched all manner of things during the commercials. I tried unsuccessfully a couple of times yesterday to get the Wife to watch Mamma Mia! on TBS, but I found it both times after it’d been on for awhile. She refuses to watch anything unless from the beginning and the TWC restart feature didn’t work, so Bridezillas ran on her TV all day.
Toward the end of the race, The Evil Kyle Busch spun out a couple of times, which I thoroughly enjoyed. And the hapless restarts were a lot of fun. The last few laps came down to gas strategy and Dale Earnhardt, Jr. almost won by cruising during cautions with his engine off, but came up a little short.
I finally went to bed, happy to have found several excuses not to clean the gutters. The Wife doesn’t want me to stand on the ladder unless she’s home, so my next shot will be Sunday, when I’m told it’ll be a little cooler and hopefully, a lot less humid.