Hello All, do you have your glass of red wine? It’s about 7:04 pm, I have less than an hour to savor my wine, eat some dinner, and blog a bit before Idol. I’m still wearing my gardening clothes and just realized my sunglasses are perched atop my head… I just came in from another full day of playin’ in the dirt.
I ‘ve opened a bottle of Castello di Roncade and I’m not at all embarrassed to say that the price tag says $4.29. The year is 2006. The website has a tab for a Bed & Breakfast and doesn’t that sound lovely? I’m off to Italy, I’m staying at a charming little winery… It looks just gorgeous. I don’t read/speak Italian but it seems to be just north of Venice… Gosh, who knew that my silly blunken drogging escapades could inspire international travel!
It’s not bad. (the wine…) I wish I had a nice KC strip and a baked potato with a side of steamed broccoli to go with this. “Flaccid yet absurd. “ That’s what my Hub likes to say in a nasaly voice when trying to be pretentious. (Get your mind out of the gutter. Even tho this little quip is supposed to be humorous does NOT mean that you need to be thinking of limp dick.)
It’s not too dry, has no unpleasant after taste, it’s quite smooth, really. (again, the wine…) Well worth the money.
Last week, when I decided to create the acronym RWBI and then went on to really whack up the evening because I had the time wrong and so MISSED Idol and had to watch it on DVR (thank goodness I do this), I had something I thought was important to blog about and I believe I had grand ideas to yap about how much I love blogging and how fun it is and how cool it is that I can meet so many different people. And yet, it’s easy to get carried away with it and abuse the concept. Go find that post and the two that follow if you really want to. I’m a little embarrassed to link to the evidence of my idiocy. But NOT embarrassed to call attention to it, which really doesn’t make sense and hey - do you think the half glass I’ve consumed so far is having any effect yet?
You really should see the notes I took during last week’s American Idol show! Nah, maybe not.
So, for this week, I’m not sure what I feel must be posted. Until… that is, I logged in and Moonbeam McQueen, one of my all-time awesomist fellow-word-makerupper FAVORITES (she has even told me that I can be on her cheerleading squad even though I can’t do cartwheels), asked me what a SWALE was.
Oh HOW FABULOUS! Now I have a topic.
Off the track, have you ever been asked “what’s a topic?” by a five year old? I mean, I was stumped. I could give examples of topics but was hard pressed to figure out how to explain what the word TOPIC means. This was after I told him I am a fountain of knowledge. “What’s a fountain of knowledge?” Which was after I explained to him that the few dandelion flowers we were picking would make a great bouquet for his mother. “What’s a bouquet?”
A SWALE is…
An elongated depression in the land surface that is at least seasonally wet, is usually heavily vegetated, and is normally without flowing water. …
A swale can be disguised as a dry creek providing interest to the landscape when dry, and acting to divert and direct water runoff after heavy rains. …
Both found when I googled ”Define Swale”. My swale, the one between my house and the one with the question-asking kindergartner, is one of the latter. We are only starting to get into any ‘heavy vegetation’; today, we dug up the big rocks in our dirt around this part of the country and placed these on the sides of it for visual interest.
You should see the water that streams during heavy rains across the lawns of our subdivision which is a cul de sac going down hill. The earthmoving boys who laid this place out were NOT landscape architects with emphasis in hydro-somethingorother. When they first seeded the properties, the rain would wash all the topsoil and seed away. It’s still tough to manage the water.
SO we built a ditch to try and divert the water to flow properly and not mess up the yards. It’s been a challenge.
It has taken me to 7:45 pm to write and edit and typo correct this post and I still need put some food in my belly before Idol and me drinking any more of this yummy merlot.
TTFN. GO DAVID COOK! MAY YOU SING SWEET, ROCK IT OUT AND LOOK AMAZING!
ah crap! it’s 7:50 pm, I need to turn on some lights cuz I can no longer see my keyboard, this post isn’t cooperating and I’m not sure my pic is gonna show up! Hell, I’m hittin’ PUBLISH anyway.