watching grass grow

Tonight Scott and I ran to Home Depot and picked up paint for the empty room downstairs. I had brought home a handful of paint chips several weeks ago in the brown and red families, and from those we narrowed it down... well, tonight, while we were looking at the paint chips on that huge wall at Home Depot we both decided that we liked purple better. It just suits us better and we can always paint over it if I decide to sell further down the road.

It was still light out when we got home so I thought I would do a little weeding. Now for some that statement might conjure up visions of a tidy little garden/flower bed with tiny little weeds -- so for the record, it was like pulling small trees... and I only got about 1/3 of the way through before it got too dark for me to tell which was a flower and which was a weed. Now I'm all sweaty and smell like a giant can of Off. (Two huge advantages though - I got some much needed exercise and my flowers can breath and get a little sun again!)

It just recently dawned on me that over the past 3 months I have spent decidedly less time online and more time reading, talking and puttering around the house. Work is keeping me really busy and most of the time, but the end of the work day I would rather watch the grass grow than stare at another computer screen.