Today will be mostly cloudy, setting the scene for tomorrow’s rain. The morning is chilly. The high today will be in the mid 50’s. I need to plant the pansies I bought yesterday. They are for the front pots by the steps. Being hopeful, I also bought some basil, but those plants are staying inside for the meanwhile.

I’m in one of those frenzied moods. I can’t walk from point A to point B without stopping to clean something or rearrange something else. I hate this mood. Come on, sloth!

I bought some ibuprofen. I couldn’t get the cover off. It is child protected. It is also old person’s fingers protected. I had to resort to pulling up and breaking the cap using a church key. I’ll volunteer for the group testing covers and caps for easy lift-off by arthritic fingers.

When I was a kid, clothes didn’t really matter. I didn’t need anything stylish. My kid outfit was jeans, a shirt and sneakers. The jeans were girl jeans without a fly and with a zipper hidden in the pocket. I wore flannel shirts. The sneakers were low riders. They got dirty. They stayed dirty.

I always wonder what brave people made the decisions to be the first to eat something new, something found. I know tomatoes were once considered poisonous, but someone threw caution to the wind and ate them anyway and didn’t die. When I was 5 and my brother 4, we explored the woods and fields near the house to which we had just moved from South Boston. We were used to concrete and brick, not trees and flowers. We came across a bush with red berries. My brother decided to try a couple. I was leery so I didn’t. When my brother started to complain about his stomach, we went home. I told my parents about the berries he’d eaten. They rushed him to the hospital where he had his stomach pumped.

My yard is filled with Nala trash so today will be clean-up day. It will be plant the pansies’ day. I need to change a dead floodlight in the back yard lights off the deck so today is change the bulb day. Two days in a row being busy is a new record for me.