Paint, Garden, Read

I've convinced myself that there is dire need for some interior painting--upstairs ceilings, the entry way and hallway.  Mike is not so enthusiastic.  He did agree to may color choices, but is insisting that we hire someone to do it in the fall.  I was prepared to take on the task myself, but oh, well...anything to make him happy.  I'll find something else to do with my time.
I spent quite some time in the gardens today.  I weeded the flower beds and planned out the next area to dig up.  I have to spread some things out.  Of course, I could dig some plants up and just throw them away, but that seems wrong.  On the other hand, I don't want to get to a point where I can't maintain.  I'll have to think on this some more.
I went with my friend to our other friend's house on Friday--to pick up out stamping purchases.  "Mother" joined us for lunch.  Here is a woman in her 90's who maintains a summer house on the lake in VT, has a winter residence in Florida, plays golf a couple of times each week year round, drives, cooks, crafts, throws parties...and I wonder if I can deal with another row of flowers.   I should be ashamed.
The vegetable garden is giving us green beans--lots of green beans.  I won't have to buy green beans for the next year.  We had the first ripe tomato from my plants yesterday and we've been eating a lot of cucumbers.  Last year, the only thing that really did well was peppers, but this year I don't see much happening with the pepper plant.
I just finished reading Just Kids by Patti Smith.  I remember Patti Smith as a singer and I remember Robert Mapplethorpe, mostly because of all the controversy surrounding his art.  Now that I think about it, he may have single handedly galvanized the religious right.  Thirty years ago, I just thought they were both way older than me.  I was surprised to realize they were both my age--just had way more life experiences.