Chuckles and a Bobcat.

Today I took advantage of the partly cloudy skies and the 60 degree temperature to plant the rest of the bulbs in our little flowerbed. Bear has a set idea on how he wanted the front to look and I'm just following the plan.

However, this plan of his, has had some obstacles. His part of the work in the flower bed has been easy. He digs a hole, plops in the boxwood bush and covers it and is done! Viola! I'm digging in the other part of the garden where there are HUGE ROCKS buried down below. Bear informs me that long ago when he was young, his Grandmother had a flowerbed in the front yard. I asked him about digging them out when they put in the grass and he just shrugged. They apparently just threw down the grass seed and forgot about them. Until now.

Now every spot I dig for the bulbs and plants, there are big rocks that I have to dig out, if I can. I swear I could hear his grandmother laughing at me. I was out there for 2 hours struggling with these rocks when I finally just gave up.

I was frustrated. Bear wasn't home. He left work early to go with his best friend to some weird dinner. All the dishes at this dinner are all wild game. Bear took a picture of the menu and sent them to me. I saw Bobcat on the menu and was a little put off. I have no problem eating venison. I've even tried rabbit. But I don't know if I could try anything else on the menu.

So there's no dinner here at home. Bear is out and The Boy is going out with his friend tonight. I should use this time constructively to finish my paper for class but I just don't feel like it. I'll probably bake brownies instead. And if I do, I'll try to remember to take pictures and post them.