fine whine

Today was a project day for the plants out in front of our house. We'd tilled up the dirt some time ago, planted various green things (including some holly and, er, other stuff) and we've grown quite a collection of weeds and miniature maple trees. Pulling every little weed is quite a tedious task, so we knuckled down and got some peat humus to take care of the problem. We're not supposed to use mulch near the house because it attracts bugs, and that's fine with me. Peat humus does not smell, unlike the mulch I've had the bad fortune to encounter.

So we were off to the local Lowe's to buy some bags of the stuff. It comes in forty pound bags, and Jessica threw nine of them onto our cart this morning.

It covered just about half of our dirt. So we needed to make a second trip. This time around I brought my garden gloves, and was much cleaner afterward as a result of that pretty intelligent move. We bought ten bags which made for quite a bit of weight in the trunk of the car. It was obvious that the car was not meant to handle so much weight not in the seats, and the back was sagging quite a bit (well, a couple inches, but to me it was a lot).

I didn't realize how much it sunk the whole car until I got back into it later (with the stuff still in the trunk) and noticed, out loud, "I'm feeling low."

Almost immediately, I launched into "I got the blues. The four hundred pounds of peat humus blues."

Jessica laughed, at least. I thought it was hilarious. You probably had to be there.