Playing the Old Lady Card

Went out at the crack of dawn to soak the garden this morning since today's Day 3 of the heatwave, and temps were projected to be 80° F by 8am. (They were actually 82°!)

Yesterday, I didn't make it out till noon when temps had already topped 90°, and the hose got hopelessly tangled. My plot is a good 20 yards or more away from the nearest water spigot, so my hose is very long. And very heavy! I would have bought something much more lightweight and flexible myself, but I didn't buy this hose, I inherited it.

Unraveling that heavy, heavy hose in that horrible, horrible heat was just fuckin' awful!
Just as I was giving myself a stern pep talk—Do not burst into tears! It will use up most of your strength and accomplish nothing—a studly young Millennial came wandering down one of the paths. I am not above playing the helpless old lady card. I threw myself at him. Fortunately, he was kind-hearted.

But depending upon the kindness of strangers is not a sustainable strategy.

I'm gonna have to research some way of dealing with the hose. I imagine there's some piece of specialized equipment that would do the trick, and it probably ain't cheap.



The community garden is right by the Wallkill River and the Nyquist-Harcourt Wildlife Sanctuary, so, you know—bee-yewwww-tee-full! But I've got a date with my air conditioner for the rest of the afternoon.