Monday morning. Rain is expected all day. Fairmont Industries, next door at Kettering Fairmont High School, begins its big week-long plant and flower sale which funds many of the students’ camps and other wonderful opportunities for special needs students and classes. I usually purchase my impatiens to plant around the front, as well as a hanging basket or two.

I do not plant things in the ground and haven’t done so for years. I plant them in the containers and then set the containers on wire plant stands all over the front yard, so they are at varying heights and stand out against the shrubs or other taller ground cover. Plus, it is much easier to trim and mow without damaging the plants which I tend to mutilate.

Sunday morning, I took full advantage of sleeping and watching documentaries. At 1 PM I began mowing, trimming, and blowing the yard. I had mowed the backyard earlier in the week, but it was already in need of another going-over. I was grateful no folks walked their dogs in front of the house to distract and interrupt my progress.The front yard looks great, and I hope to get my flowers prepped and ready to go for the remainder of spring and into summer. Last afternoon and evening’s lessons were super. A few students had a full Saturday evening of prom life but still worked hard and no complaints or hints of fatigue. Bravo!

I have some errands to accomplish today before I begin teaching, and I would love to complete my flower planting. However, it is unlikely I shall finish anything if the forecast for rain holds true.

Folks are always telling me, “You’re so busy.” Sadly, I am not. What I post about my day is nothing compared to what I use to accomplish in one day and not feel the full effect of fatigue. When my Facebook memories appear each morning, I will scan through some of the accounts of much busier days, and it saddens me that I no longer have the energy or design on my days. However, I am proud of the fact, and appreciative that I can still master a few daily tasks, teach, and enjoy my time with Dayton Live for a man of nearly sixty with MS.

Wednesday, my beloved grandmother, Donna Clary Barmes (8 May 1924 – 27 Jun2 1992), would have been 100 years old. She was forty when I was born in 1964, and I clearly remember her milestone birthdays throughout her life of sixty-four years.

Also, on Wednesday, Hoskins will turn eight months old. The Colonel, as of May 3^rd, is now eighteen months old.

Make it a great day!