Chirky

Friday night: Up til 1 am playing games
Saturday night: Up til 3:30 am playing games
Sunday: Roger and Jessica are exhausted.

What's the best cure for exhaustion? Some might say rest and sleep. Those people
don't know Roger and me. Roger and I like to ascribe to the philosophy of "Go!
Go! Go!"

Sunday Roger and I drove to Terrell to dig up potatoes!

Many of you know that I grew up in the country. As far back as I can remember,
we always had a vegetable garden. As a child, I remember running through the
corn stalks, eating the snow peas directly from the vine, and having fresh,
homegrown tomatoes in my dinner salad. These were the benefits of having our own
garden.

The down falls would be the hours in the hot sun, watering and weeding the
little rows of vegetables. I hated it as a child, but now I find weeding
methodical and relaxing. Also! I'm a tad bit obsessive compulsive, so now it is
fun to me to rid sidewalks and gardens of those pesky intruding weeds.

Yesterday Roger and I headed to Terrell, anxious to dig potatoes. We city-folk
don't get to do such things very often, so we take what we can get. And my mom
gladly accepts our help. The dogs encouraged us by lazily lying in the shade,
panting. I think they were panting because they knew how hard we were working,
and they were saying to us,

"Woof! Ridiculous humans. You dig for those little red things with your big
forks and shovels. Woof! Don't you know it's hot outside? Woof! Watch us, and
see how easy our lives are. We just lay in the shade, laughing at you. Woof!
And when we get bored of watching you sweat, we take a nap, only to wake up
and see you still slaving away. Woof!

"Woof! And why do you tell US not to dig in the dirt? We are just trying to
find somewhere cool to lay. We're just following by example. Woof! You dig in
the dirt and pull little treasures out AND EAT THEM. At least WE don't do
THAT. Woof!"
And now, Roger and I have a basket full of those little treasures in our pantry,
home-grown in my momma's garden. Woof!