That Ain't My Truck

A week? It's been a week since I've been here?

Since you asked: gym,physical therapy, weeding, coffee and lunches with friends, weeding, work, the library, weeding, eating food Superman has prepared, gym, physical therapy, cleaning up mouse vomit. Same old, same old.

But I did promise you a potting table.

I haven't  put it to work yet but Gus is getting quite a bit of mileage out of it.

It's a great perch to spy a moth or a low flying bird, or just pose prettily for a picture or two.

 While the fig tree lay in a great lump on the weeds lawn, I would gaze forlornly at the expanse of brick and wonder what would ever replace the glory of the fig tree that was planted too close to the house.

I thought maybe a funky yet functional potting table and I wondered if I could make one. 

Then I laughed and laughed and went on Craigs List. Daily, for weeks.

This one was too far away, this one was too expensive and one day I had my Goldilocks moment:this one was just right.

So I called the number and spoke to the builder.

She had put it together out of pallets ( of course), had painted it my favorite color and would deliver it later that day for $50.00 total.

Done deal.

She arrived in a big black pick up truck, hauled it in the back yard, ran to get her electric screwdriver, put the two pieces together, complimented the garden and told me about her boyfriend. Dammit.

I immediately ordered one for my boss, it was done last weekend and delivered to my house on Tuesday.

Now I need two whiskey barrels to plant on either side on the table, edge and mulch underneath and I think we've got ourselves some garden cuteness.

I'm all about the cute, and pickup trucks.....

Back to Craigs List.

P.S. Marie, if you're reading, my neighbor just left town and gave me the potting mix. I  put it here to add to the flavor of the pic. Not mine, won't use, pinky swear.

PPS: I just got home from Zumba and  am reading the comments and LOL. I realize I didn't make myself clear. Earlier yesterday Gus tried to bring me a small mouse. i thanked him kindly( with a scream) and off he trotted. When he came indoors a bit later there was the vomiting incident. Even Suoerman wouldn't clean it up, that's how bad it was.Sorry, clearer? Though I love the idea of me cleaning up after a little sick mouse...