Growing Things
Things are happening, but the blog is slow going.
The littlest is almost two - in a month she'll be there officially.
The eldest is dancing a lot (improv, not formal), telling funny stories, making up her own lyrics to common songs. Wonder where she got that from?
My garden is doing really well! The tomato plants are huge (for us), the beans are growing fast, and the echinacea is about to bloom. I love looking at the plants, and thinking about them. Comfrey seems really social to me, easy going, ready to join. I mistakenly planted a tomato by it and some feverfew. Never again! Poor, lonely, sad tomato. I've even had a random strawberry plant itself in my narrow garden by the pretty flowers, a tomato and the peas. Oh, the lively peas are blooming too - delicate white flowers. And Lola's nasturtiums. They're delicious, like radishes but beautiful oranges and reds. We're going to try to decorate Pearl's birthday cake with nasturtium flowers this year.
And we're going to be buying land in the near future. And we found an architect. And everything is verrry slowly falling into place. I'm trying very hard to not worry about money. Chris is keeping me grounded.
And finally, my 20th high school reunion is this summer. This is perhaps the strangest thing of all to fall into my lap. I've been contacted by an old friend with whom I'd lost touch, well, just about 20 years ago. The group is going to ride the float in the homecoming parade and then hang out at the "Sportsmen's Club". Of course, I'd love to mix it with all the people I loved so well back then, but gosh I ... just don't care enough. I hated high school interpersonal shit and I can't imagine willingly talking to people who didn't really care about me either, making nice and pretending to be more interested than we really are just because we happen to occupy the same space. And the thought of riding a float in the homecoming parade in my hometown is just about as fun as pulling out my eyelashes one by one. But if Rich went.....
Just kidding.
Folks, I am officially old. 38 this summer - but I feel pretty wry and perky, inseparably if not firmly connected to the sexy energy of the god of growing things. Must be that old time religion, or maybe it's just hormones.
At any rate, drop me a note! I'm feeling like a visit. Happy Fathers Day!
The littlest is almost two - in a month she'll be there officially.
The eldest is dancing a lot (improv, not formal), telling funny stories, making up her own lyrics to common songs. Wonder where she got that from?
My garden is doing really well! The tomato plants are huge (for us), the beans are growing fast, and the echinacea is about to bloom. I love looking at the plants, and thinking about them. Comfrey seems really social to me, easy going, ready to join. I mistakenly planted a tomato by it and some feverfew. Never again! Poor, lonely, sad tomato. I've even had a random strawberry plant itself in my narrow garden by the pretty flowers, a tomato and the peas. Oh, the lively peas are blooming too - delicate white flowers. And Lola's nasturtiums. They're delicious, like radishes but beautiful oranges and reds. We're going to try to decorate Pearl's birthday cake with nasturtium flowers this year.
And we're going to be buying land in the near future. And we found an architect. And everything is verrry slowly falling into place. I'm trying very hard to not worry about money. Chris is keeping me grounded.
And finally, my 20th high school reunion is this summer. This is perhaps the strangest thing of all to fall into my lap. I've been contacted by an old friend with whom I'd lost touch, well, just about 20 years ago. The group is going to ride the float in the homecoming parade and then hang out at the "Sportsmen's Club". Of course, I'd love to mix it with all the people I loved so well back then, but gosh I ... just don't care enough. I hated high school interpersonal shit and I can't imagine willingly talking to people who didn't really care about me either, making nice and pretending to be more interested than we really are just because we happen to occupy the same space. And the thought of riding a float in the homecoming parade in my hometown is just about as fun as pulling out my eyelashes one by one. But if Rich went.....
Just kidding.
Folks, I am officially old. 38 this summer - but I feel pretty wry and perky, inseparably if not firmly connected to the sexy energy of the god of growing things. Must be that old time religion, or maybe it's just hormones.
At any rate, drop me a note! I'm feeling like a visit. Happy Fathers Day!
posted by Skim @ 10:03 PM
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