Pete and Repeat — An interlude

(034:  Pigeons against a reflection of the sky.  Akron, Ohio.  Photo © 2009 by Robin)

I’ve been writing up some of the details of the wedding celebrations and as I go along, finally checking what I posted during the celebrations, I realize that I often repeat myself.  Once I figured that out I was going to go back and change things.  The thing is, I often do that in my everyday life so I decided I will leave it as it is.  It’s more realistic in terms of being more me that way.

I’m a bit like the old joke:

Q:  Pete and Repeat are sitting on a fence.  Pete jumps off.  Who is left?

A:  Repeat.

Q:  Pete and Repeat are sitting on a fence.  Pete jumps off.  Who is left?

A:  Repeat.

And so on and so forth…

As I write this (but not necessarily when I post it), rain is coming.  At least I hope it is.  The garden could use some watering.  The pond holds up better when we’ve had the occasional rainfall, too.

M has gone out to mow the grass before the storms roll in.  I spent  about a half hour raking weeds out of the pond earlier.  It’s good exercise, moving that heavy rake filled with weeds and pond muck.  It’s dirty exercise too.  I had splatters of pond muck/mud all over me by the time I was finished and mud in my toes from standing in the pond.  I raked up a turtle during my first pass through the weeds.  He was about 4-5 inches in length and must have decided that playing dead was the best recourse.  I put him back in the pond, thinking he’d swim away after the trauma of being lifted out on a giant rake.  I waited about 30 seconds, giving him time to scoot.  I put the rake back in and whaddyaknow, there was the turtle again.  Back into the pond I sent him.  He sat there near the edge, his head poking out of the water.  I nudged him with the rake, hoping he’d swim off.  No go.  He continued to sit there.  I worried that I’d hurt him or killed him when I raked him out of the pond.  I reached down to pick him up and his head suddenly went under the water and he finally swam off.

I forget why I sat down to write this little interlude.  Maybe just to record things as they are now before I go back in time.

I started this post yesterday.  The rain is here.  No doubt the garden is soaking it in.  I’m not feeling well today, but that is likely due to overindulgence in a lot of things over the past week or so.  Today is a very good day to start getting back on track with the Healthy Living Plan.  I’m not up to a lot of exercise, but a row or pedal around the pond if/when the rain stops would be nice.  I’m hoping to pull some of the baby bok choy for dinner.  (Note to self:  Take a picture of the bok choy.  It’s looking good and worth showing off.)

I’ll be back later today or sometime tomorrow with more details on the wedding celebrations.

3 Comments on “Pete and Repeat — An interlude”

  1. Gisela Kindel says:

    Hi Robin,
    just letting you know, I’m reading your blog now. Nice way to keep up with you and what you are up to. The rain has stopped here, but still cloudy, there has to be a beach day soon!! Got some dill and other greens from the garden to make my green sauce.
    Dropped Wayne off downtown and now my life will get back to normal again soon too.
    I’ll be reading your blog, great fun.
    Love, Gisela

  2. Bo says:

    Just read the last week on Life in the Bogs. You certainly went through a lot these past days. Looks like it all turned out well. I haven’t had to deal with a wedding yet, so I view all these plans with a bit of trepidation. Someday. Maybe someday. So welcome back… 🙂

  3. Corina says:

    I always repeat things, too. My kids look at each other, roll their eyes, and just listen again.

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