It was a beautiful memorial day here in corn country - about 75 degrees, sunny and breezy. Absolutly beautiful.
Despite my weekend gallivanting, I was allowed to sleep in which was just the ticket. Got up about 10 (VERY late for me) and fooled around on the 'puter for a bit before whipping up a low-carb cheesecake. *drool* Let me just say that it is AWESOME and it's not cheating. Giddy giddy giddy. One has to be patient though...warm cheesecake just isn't very good. Couldn't wait for it to chill. lol
We very recently acquired a go-cart, and I had yet to try it out so Monday it was ON! I took it for a spin around the neighborhood and it rocked! It sits down so low to the ground that it corners like it's on rails, and woo hoo does it go!
Derrick on "his" go-cart. pfffft. He thinks it's his...
I don't know how many times I orbited our block, but it was awesome. I was like Danica in her Indy car, only I got the checkered flag. I finally gave in to let my vibrating bones recover with many grease spots, a burnt elbow and a cheesy grin. Good times!
I planted my patchouli (hippy! *giggle*) and did a bit of weeding. My garden is my happy place, and I got a few new images to share with you.
I love my irises. They're my favorites...I just wish the blooming season was longer.
Ok, what the hell am I going to do with all these chives now that I don't eat 'taters? lol
Bunny thinks these look tasty...
(note the baby oak tree invading. lol)
A happy little spot in the shade...
We did have a somber occasion to attend in the evening, but it was ok. Chris' aunt passed away, and we went to her visitation. She had been very sick, so we were relieved that she was no longer suffering.
This was a good learning experience for Derrick. It was the first time that he had seen someone in a casket. I let him ask me about it ("mommy, what is that lady doing up there?") and I asked him if he wanted to go see her. He said yes, so we walked up together to her, hand in hand, and quietly talked about what was going on. I answered all of his questions gently and honestly, explaining to him that she was dead and that she was getting ready to go to heaven. The casket was what we use to bury them under the ground and we even discussed how they do that, and the rails on the side used to carry her. We talked about all the flowers and even discussed the pictures and stuffed animals family had placed in with her so that she wouldn't be so lonely on her journey.
He did not know aunt Carolyn well at all, so he wasn't upset to see her in that state. I would much rather have his first funeral experience be like this than someone like his grandma or grandpa. I was happy to have the opportunity to explain these things to him without overwhelming emotions to get in the way. He seemed to understand and was ok with it.
I think I'll go get a pedicure at lunch.... :D