Friday, October 06, 2006
you probably think i was kidding
when i said i bet martha stewart never had to tape shut her oven.
well, i wasn't.
it's taped shut now. with clear tape, instead of the brown stuff that was used last time, which i had to scrub off.
fuckitty fuck. it has to be the worst oven i have even had. even the one in osaka was better, because it was a toaster oven and therefore i had no high expectations.
now before you feel too sorry for me, i have this to say. along with there being trevally in little alfoil parcels in there, with tomatoes, tarragon and oil, around the house there are vases and VASES of freshly-cut fleurs that my wonderful garden yielded me today.
birds of paradise. which i'm not too partial to, but john adores. on the mantlepiece above the fireplace.
pink blossom in a fetching japonois arrangement next to the ceramic buddha in the entry space.
gorgeous peony roses, of scarlet, with their blowsy petals adroop in the bathroom.
and overblown and fullsome peach roses (usually i abhor peach, but in a rose it is charming) nestled with some jasmine beside my bed. our bed.
i enjoyed the garden today. while the gigi lolled in the shade, i tidied up the bird she had somehow caught, plucked and chewed. i sprayed the roses for aphids. they weren't there last year, why now? and i put on gardening gloves, so retro, and pulled out suckers that were attacking my roses. i picked lemons, six of them. filled the wheel barrow with weeds and flowers. and i was so happy.
need to tackle the tennis court yet.
and i am flirting with the idea of a great gatsby type partay sometime. on a sultry, hot night.
i see gin and tonics, white dresses and hats, and some badly played tennis. fluffy i think has suggested such an event, and it is very much to my liking.
what do you think?