Mass, flowers, parts, and dinner.

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No, I didn't make it to reconciliation.  I thought I could cut through to big box, do an exchange, and pick up the parts I needed.  Between cutting it a bit tight and having technical problems, the whole affair simply took too long.  The goal is to be to Church a bit earlier next Saturday.  As such, though we made it to Mass I did not partake of Eucharist.  Ah, but if I remember rightly, we didn't even make it to Mass last time she was here.  Perhaps we will make two this time.

After Church, a bit of shopping.  Flowers, she wanted larger tomatoes, which... fine... but only heirloom.  She doesn't get that and I don't care.  My garden, my way.  Then just a bunch of other stuff, some food, some garden, and...  Tomorrow morning, so I hear, she wants the garden put in.  She is getting bored, she says.  Hmm... I thought she was working to much, or didn't want to work?  What, precisely, does she think a vacation, without work, will be here?  I'm not taking here driving all over the state.  Gas and lodging is simply too expensive.  She has to think about some things.  Besides, we only spent three days cleaning, and it was more at my pace than hers.  Bleh...  I think she was just seeing if I would put my foot down, and I did.  Do mothers do the shit-test thing?  Wouldn't surprise me.  Women are women, and some of their thinking doesn't require "romance", just a dominant male?  Gotta test.  Mother's probably beginning teaching that sort of thing, just through their natural inclinations from a young age?

Never mind.  Things are ordered.  I have put limits on what I will and will not help with.  No more make-a-job crap, and other than a specific planter, no flowers.  Not my thing, not right now for sure.  If you can't eat it I really don't like mucking with it.  Save for houseplants, if I have found that they won't make it in here.  The places that get sun are too cold, and the other places are too dark.  I suppose I could try to create a minor, indoor, heat-assisted green house.  But that sort of destroys the notion of a houseplant.  I may have to look for ideas on how, around here, to help houseplants in my sort of situation.

Best get to bed before too long.  Good night.