Sister Hand Grenade of Patience

That's the signature line of a woman who posts on a message forum I read. I like it. At times it describes me perfectly. I want it (done) and I want it (done) now!

So, I've gotten into a work routine lately:

Wake up, or rather be woken up by large doggies rooting around under my pillow, bouncing my head up and down until I fall out of bed. Peel open at least one eye, grunt at Stud Muffin, feed horrid wake up dogs, and make a cup of coffee. Get inpatient (and not for the last time, no doubt) that the coffee takes too long to brew. Snag a cup anyway and choke on how bitter the first inch or so in the pot it.

Stare mindlessly at email until both eyes are open, if not looking in the same direction. Grunt some more at Stud Muffin and aim a kiss in his direction. Send him off to work.

Throw on dirty gardening clothes (since I'm only going to get dirtier!) and head outside with canine helpers. Pick a flower bed, grab my over sized blue bucket tub and weed poking thingy and start jabbing at the Bermuda grass that has taken over said flower bed. {Note: After a nuclear attack, the only things to survive will be cockroaches and Bermuda grass!}

Perhaps this one?

Or maybe this?

Ignore dog with orange squeaky toy until she leaves it under my bum when I reach for more hateful weeds. Fling toy for the eighth hundred time this morning. Wrench and tear at grass until bucket is full or my back has seize up, drag bucket to compost pile and fling the whole thing into compost bin.



Retrieve blue bucket tub.



Decide I am too tired to properly stow the tools so I leave them.... wherever. Admire my accomplishment and sigh at what remains.

Peeled back grass from here yesterday.

Ripped out grass and dinky shrubs, replanted and mulched here today.

Kick at stray mulch as I struggle into house. Start the shower and realize that it is only 9:30 AM and I am ready for a nap.

Run various errands in town, come home whooped to dogs who have been sleeping and are now ready to play. Pretend to "keep house." (MIL: Stop nodding your head!)

Go to studio and start sewing produce bags or whatever. Sew until dogs want dinner. Pretend to have idea for dinner for Stud Muffin. Make something up for dinner. Collapse in front of TV with Stud Muffin until eyes start closing and head is bobbing around on neck. Go to bed. Start all over again.

Okay, so that's my schedule these days! To date, I have sold 78 produce bags, with 9 more on reserve. Since I clearly have nothing else to do, I thought I would add something new, but want opinions first.




These are some reusable bulk food bags I made today. They are made of rip stop nylon, lined, with an attached ribbon tie. I made a set of three sizes, for buying bulk food like flour, grains, nuts, seasonings, or whatever else.



You can even fold them up and store them in the smallest bag!



Okay, so what do we think? If I had a Whole Foods Market around here, I would use these. You think these are a viable product??

Oh, and since using crochet hooks to hold my eyes open at night didn't work, I made this.



As my friend MarmiteToasty, the naughty wench, says, "Enough twaddle for today!"