C., bless her heart, found the tomato seeds while looking for a book. They were in a Larry (us-speak for accordion folder) on one of the living room bookcases. And there are many, many of them. And now we'll have even more. But that's OK. Maybe the garden club would like a few packages.
And in other exciting news, the floor drain thawed, sometime between 3 and 5 this morning. I noticed when checking the leaky room, ready to run the sump pump if needed. I'll put the tank heaters and pump away for the next crisis. Or maybe I'll leave them there to get encased in ice. Who can say.
C. has several deep planters full of onion and leek seeds. We need to clear the windowsills and heave them up there, then hang the grow lights.
The kids were up Saturday, with the two babies. They brought Arnold, the greyhound/kangaroo, too, and he and Earl had a great time. Em injected some milk into Liam's new feeding tube, and it was all I could do to keep from hurling. Gah.
K. and S. took our two extra dogs as Walter the pug has something wrong with his teeth. He's at the vet today. So we're down to six dogs, and the house seems empty. Willie the dying Pomeranian is hanging in there, and seems a little improved, even.
C. did some digging at the plow berm, and we got out to pick up two gallons of milk and three dozen eggs from Rose.
Four eggs yesterday. Three today.