Woman vs. Weeds

Mike.

Instead of going to the gym today, or walking around the park, I went outside to pull up some weeds. What a sight the garden was! Incredible!

In Buffalo we learn to make lemonade when life hands us lemons. That's what makes us think of having a Comedy Hall of Fame -- which I really think we should have, Buffalo being the butt of so many jokes, but of course we'll never get around to it -- a Weather Museum, and whatnot. Anyway, I humbly offer my front yard as the Museum of Invasive Weeds.

You name it, I've got it! Bishop's weed, yarrow (it's pretty but I completely regret ever having introduced it into my garden), lamb's ear (ditto) and these long spiky things with weedy looking yellow flowers on top of the stalks.

I labored for about 45 minutes, with every clod in Buffalo driving past with car stereo blaring. It got easier, actually. The first weed is the hardest weed, as the Grateful Dead sang, or something to that effect. The toughest part of today's task was walking out to the garden and looking at it.

Now I feel a great sense of accomplishment. Don't get me wrong: My garden still looks like an untamed nature preserve. But I got a little exercise -- badly needed because in California I was back on the Leonard Pennario steak and ice cream diet. If I order a salad Pennario mocks me out. So I tend to eat what he eats.

I did get a little exercise in San Diego swimming in the pool at the Holiday Inn. One day Mike swam with me. He wore his Speedos. You remember when I blogged about the Speedos. But I never lost an ounce thanks to swimming. I can swim a hundred laps and not get the least bit tired or winded. It is an exercise that never worked for me.

Not like gardening.

I'm ready just to lie down in the weeds!