I spent hours and days outside working in the garden, making it look nice so the HOA and my landlord don't complain this year. For some reason, my landlord had planted only boring green stuff in the garden, including two gigantic patches of what he called "ornamental grass." Unfortunately, this grass wasn't hardy at all and it bit the dust. Apparently it was terribly expensive grass. After checking the garden areas of Wal-Mart and Home Depot, I can agree. Seven dollars for a patch of grass is terribly expensive. So I uprooted the grass, which was by far the hardest part of anything I did out there (and also broke my gardening trowel, so I had to go buy a new one before I could finish my work), and planted daffodils and violas and creeping myrtles and three different color primroses and two different colors of some kind of bulb I forgot the name of, and I uprooted and relocated some of the less attractive green leafy things that were already out there. And now, by golly, our house has the prettiest and most colorful garden on the block. Unfortunately, my work outside still isn't done, since there are still weeds in the grass that need to be uprooted, followed by reseeding bare patches in the grass, and of course an entire back garden to do. But I think I earned the right to brag a little bit about the front garden.
I'm on the Women's Volleyball Team at church. Yesterday was our first game. We'd never had a practice. I don't even know the names of most of the women on the team. I just showed up and suddenly "Bam! Here's your team. Game starts in two minutes." Given the circumstances, I started out the game hoping to play for fun, not play to win. But unfortunately, two or three of the other women on the team decided not to make that possible. Any time the ball started to come in my direction, one of the two women on either side of me would practically shove me out of the way to get it. And most of the time, because they had rushed to get there, they didn't have even marginally decent aim. We played to 25 points, and in the first game, except when I served, I didn't even touch the ball until the next-to-last point scored for either side in the game (which we lost 25 to 20). The second game wasn't better, but at least that game didn't last as long because we lost 25 to 3. For me, the highlight of the evening was as we were leaving, when I heard the lady who had been standing almost in the very center of the court no matter which position she was playing tell our coach that our problem was that "certain people on the team don't know where their zones are."
