This has been a very weird summer for weather here. So much moisture. Either humidity to knock you down or just plain rain. The gardens are lush, but much of my tomato world is not ripening, because SUN, mr. golden sun, hasn’t been shining down on me.
If you know that song and it is stuck on a loop in your brain right now? I’m sorry and welcome to my world.
I’ve got a big writing project and I’m spending a lot of time avoiding it. This is not good. Seriously. Yesterday I watched a bunch of tv, used the weedwhacker in between bouts of fixing the damn string on the weedwhacker and bought a damn wheelbarrow, which I have been needing for a damn long time. I have big plans for it. But working in the rain kind of sucks. and dudes, i am supposed to be writing. My brain is a damn wild horse and I’d rather just watch it run than get the damn thing corralled.
DAMN.
I finished a book this week too. The Memento, by Christy Ann Conlin. Really liked it. Makes me think of Grey Gardens a lot, but with kids, and Canada, and a little bit of supernatural thrown in. Well-written and thought-filled.
I’m also reading Slaughterhouse Five again. I’ve got a kid who has my delicious ability to procrastinate and we’re both flying high with not doing the right things in the right order. So, I’m reading it and he’s sleeping, and I’m not working. Win.
Lousy pictures taken with a laptop. but cheez. I don’t really care, and I do, all at once. Sigh.
I’m off to find something to do besides write, I guess.
I predict, I mean. I’ve got ten days left to get the majority of this thing done, and I’ve got ten percent of it done. TEN.
in ten days my beloved friend that i haven’t seen in 8 years will arrive and i’m so happy i want to lie down like a whale on a beach and die. (or be saved, i think thats way better than the other.) Someone roll me into the shallows please, with twinkies, and some ringdings please. Maybe pizza and a beer?
Ah shit. Someone motivate me. Please?
Maybe it’s the year. I’ve been complaining and struggling but mostly complaining that I feel frozen. I can’t get out of my own way. I’m not a person who works best under pressure, not anymore. Weather? Covid? Life? Who knows? My tomatoes are also green. Good luck with your project. Cheers and a hug 😊
I think we all need to look at all the ‘help wanted’ signs as proof that a lot of people are not working right now. and I mean, stuck… frozen, and choosing not to add another layer to their lives this time around. (says I.)