Sounds a little like a line from a bad blues song.

But it is so very true.

I walked down to the Island grocery store this morning (more about the walking later)- but I got there about 20 minutes too early so I walked down to the park on the bay.  On the way I passed the old bridge which is still working-

but only if you want to go to Marsh Island.

Which I didn’t.

So I followed the ducks to the wharf.

Where they were having a small duck convention with ducklings in tow!

And while hanging out on the wharf, I heard a siren or whistle going off incessantly.  It sounded familiar and when I realized what it was, I hurried over to a place where I could take a picture of the old bridge opening up so that a  boat could go from the bay to the ocean.

By this time, Family Pride Supermarket was open- so I went to do my shopping and walked back home.

Frank wanted to start on landscaping today, so we pulled and dug and chopped and sawed and pulled and yanked some more- until we filled up 10 huge garbage bags.  And then we put the old gas grill with them and called for pickup.

But now the beds look more like flower beds than jungle adventures.

Yesterday we powerwashed ( that is NOT the royal “we”- I actually helped!)

So the house went from filthy-

to bright and white!

Right now I’m making banana bread- I’m taking a break from working.

I had enough leftover to make a muffin.

And then I’m going to make some meatballs for spaghetti tonight.

Tomorrow’s Wednesday- I’m going to be whipped and wimpy!

Because Frank is a slave driver and there are only the two of us!