Morning in repose...
Jun. 10th, 2009 10:35 amSo I'm sitting here, drinking a flavor of tea appropriately called "Zen," listening to my neighbors across the street casually curse at one another under the birdsongs and bus traffic. I could do without the cursing, but given that they're laughing at the same time, I'm tempted to claim it as part of their general vocabulary more than a sign of something being amiss.
My yard is mowed (thanks to my landlord and a weed eater/mower combo) and looks much better. I should still do something about the flowerbeds, but I have no idea what, combined with the fact that plants regrettably cost money. I could go and be relatively cheap and fill them with petunias or something, but I actually really hate petunias (sorry, Mom), though I suppose they're better than nothing. I now understand, though, why Mom always had petunias and marigolds in her flower beds -- they're hardy and cheap. Someday maybe I'll live somewhere with a real porch or a balcony and have a container garden, where I'm not fighting off invasive grass or dogs or whatever the whole time. Until then, though, it is what it is.
I have to start writing again soon. I also have to get back on my web page work today, as soon as I finish this last assignment. I'm taking a moment, though... lingering over tea, figuring out what the heck I'm going to wear today as I ponder what's actually in the dryer, etc. (it's a laundry day). Rosie's in the yard, filthy but happy. I've already given my landlord a rent check, sent an email regarding my financial aid status, and accepted an appointment to check out grad school at Ohio State while I'm there for Origins.
This morning is not for freaking out over the prospect of potential grad school relocations, though. This morning is to be calm and quiet.
And to realize that I'm double booked for this evening, despite having taken precautions about that a few days ago.
Fuck.
Well, I guess we know now what calm and quiet gets you. Sigh.
My yard is mowed (thanks to my landlord and a weed eater/mower combo) and looks much better. I should still do something about the flowerbeds, but I have no idea what, combined with the fact that plants regrettably cost money. I could go and be relatively cheap and fill them with petunias or something, but I actually really hate petunias (sorry, Mom), though I suppose they're better than nothing. I now understand, though, why Mom always had petunias and marigolds in her flower beds -- they're hardy and cheap. Someday maybe I'll live somewhere with a real porch or a balcony and have a container garden, where I'm not fighting off invasive grass or dogs or whatever the whole time. Until then, though, it is what it is.
I have to start writing again soon. I also have to get back on my web page work today, as soon as I finish this last assignment. I'm taking a moment, though... lingering over tea, figuring out what the heck I'm going to wear today as I ponder what's actually in the dryer, etc. (it's a laundry day). Rosie's in the yard, filthy but happy. I've already given my landlord a rent check, sent an email regarding my financial aid status, and accepted an appointment to check out grad school at Ohio State while I'm there for Origins.
This morning is not for freaking out over the prospect of potential grad school relocations, though. This morning is to be calm and quiet.
And to realize that I'm double booked for this evening, despite having taken precautions about that a few days ago.
Fuck.
Well, I guess we know now what calm and quiet gets you. Sigh.