May 11, 2006
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Do you ever get that feeling, for no reason you’re aware of, — Did you catch the fact that I didn’t use apparent? — the one where there’s something good around the corner? I get this sort of titillated sensation. If memory serves –Scratch that. My memory is that nothing good ever happens. It is in anticipation of nothing. But I’m going to enjoy it anyway.
I’m on this kick lately where I’m not going to question everything, in terms of whether or not it’s real. I’m just going to enjoy whatever sensation I’m having and not ruin it with a reality check. Ignorance is bliss; couldn’t help myself there.
The sun is back and it’s here to stay. Ahhh, maybe that’s it. I laid out briefly and something happens to me in the sun, but only when I’m laying out. It’s better than any drug. And I only like laying out in the spring before it gets too hot. I like a slight breeze.
I say “briefly” because I could hear my neighbor talking to her yard man about where to rodatille sp?. I have a raspberry patch next to a raised bed which fills up with weeds. On her side of the fence everything is manicured. The only weeds are the ones that jumped over the fence. I hurry over there and make like I’m on it. Maybe tomorrow.
Comments (17)
you’re yard is yours…remember that:)
and sun helps with the chemicals in the head…:)
my mom always tells me to stop thinking so much, that’d id be happier…but…id have to think about that!
Ha! Maybe tomorrow. I have had that feeling that something is around the corner. I just don’t know what it is. I hope it’s good for everyone.
ryc: I like your advice for the most part. I think it’s very wise. I did that scary accomodating with my ex and you were dead on. I was busy falling for the wrong person and wasted years trying to make that work. However, I do love me some kissing.I think I am ready to start looking again (it’ll be 2 years officially come this June since the divorce) but it seems I am even more nervous about anything else than I was when I was when I was younger! I guess I should be glad to have this sense of self-protection now. Anyway, thank you for you advice, it really let’s me off that scary hook!
I agree with the above notation…your yard is yours..and time is precious..use any you can clain as discretionary the way you see fit..ryc …Ah instead of a brain fart..I am cognitvely constipated.???..excuse me…but but..well ii is possible because my thinking can get redundent….I have been known to bore myself …sort of like one contemplates one’s naval until by golly they see something…or perhaps I was just in a mood yesterday…LS..my new acronym for laughing softly…or MUMB for muttering under my breath…its one or the other since I think its impossible to do both at the same time:)
Lying out in the sun always makes me happy and forget about everything as well. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power. It makes you wonder which one is better.
I spent time in the sun today too, walking around downtown Taos. Beautiful day to spend going into little shops, galleries and eating on the balcony of Ogelvies, over looking the plaza. I know what you mean about the yard…When I lived in Kansas it was really bad when neighbors on both sides cut their grass and pulled their weeds…finally, one neighbor offered her daughter’s services to take care of our lawn. How NICE!
About the “manuscripts”? Yes I have plural but they are doing anything except sitting in a chub in the closet, and they are a mix of myths, self help and children‘s stories. I just have to pull my head out long enough to get organized. But knowing how the whole royalties system works I have to start planting seeds now if I want to be living on royalties within the next two years. Of course the advancements will help until they start coming in.
.I am not offended..I love your honesty…and in fact I think your assessment is pretty accurate…I think this picture says something about my frustration with my inner dialog..the droning on and On I sometimes do..in my own head…anyway please feel free to comment.. its always welcome:) I was MUMB about how dern accurate you were.
I feel that way about our ‘Immaculate Lawn Neighbors” as we lovingly refer to them for the past 5 yrs- so nice and neat that you’ll see him out there with his spray bottle full of roundup for weeds you can’t see- probably killing the babies from our yard that blew over… ;-P
Sounds like you are on the precipice of something. I say jump.
I get those feelings too – aws a matter of fact, my inner voice keeps telling me “This is the last year you’ll have to worry about money.” It may or may not be true, but I’ll go with it.
Ha ha. I have a “yard guy”, a nice Mexican guy who lets me practice my Spanish on him. This is my splurge this year. It leaves me with enough energy to do the fun gardening. He came when I was wheelbarrowing my 6 yards of mulch all over and said “Why are YOU doing that? Let me!” I figure I pay him for the mow and blow and everything else is my responsibility. He sees stuff that needs doing and does it, including planting a lime tree I hadn’t gotten around to yet. I said “Gin and tonics in a few years!” He said “No, tequila!” Anyway, last time he said “Senorita, do you really like that wild looking stuff there?” This is my ‘cottage garden’ look, with the love-in-a-mist, lavendar, lambs’ ears, yarrow, roses, etc. I said Yes! He looks at me funny when I say “Don’t spray that stuff.” and “Don’t put the grass clippings in the garbage but over here on my compost pile.” I’m sure I’m the crazy woman to him. But he likes picking the fruit and tomatoes! (I always make sure he takes home some of whatever is in season.) I said I’d rather have a few weeks than Round-Up, but I do let him spray where he’s trying to get rid of the ivy for me.
ryc: i wouldnt have felt bad either…
The sun is very good for you – I need sunblock, though, because I’m so fair and probably susceptible to skin cancer. I didn’t go to the gym yesterday, but on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week, I went to the gym and then sat on my porch with a book and a glass of tea until the sun ran away from me. It was blissful. The kitten liked it, too
When you are a student at Texas A&M University you are called an Aggie. The school has its roots in AGriculture and the military. Part of being an Aggie is being a part of traditions that have been handed down thru the generations. One of which is getting your Aggie ring. The students use these rings to identify other Aggies well into their adult life. Just last week I was approached in a grocery store by an “old Ag” and he showed me his ring. It was dated before they allowed girls in.
Being a graduate from A&M is like being in a huge family. If two or more Ags are in a room they are never without someone with whom they can share a similar experience even if they have never met before.
This university is steeped in this kind of tradition. It’s a way of life. It’s about more than going off and finding a major and getting a great gpa…it’s about remembering those who came before and those to come. It’s an experience Boy will never forget, and one in which he can take anywhere.
That’s being an Aggie.
Hope this helped. Gig ’Em! (the typical sign off of a true Ag…)
The sun is getting into scorch mode in Governatorville
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The machine is a Rototiller. Wow, just quit with the over thinking would ya, sit back and enjoy for once. Seriously relax..marilyn
nice to kick back and ‘let what come what may’ wash over you! there is a time of restoration that includes the taking in of new things and making them yours forever. sounds like you’re living in that place right now. did you love your dark blue zip hoodie? mine goes everywhere with me
i had a friend who moved into an old german neighborhood who wanted a wild butterfly garden in her backyard, and slowly her yard began to grow into an organized jumble of plants. the chaos disturbed the old woman behind her and she dumped bleach over the fence on victoria’s costly plants. victoria marched over (receipts in hand) and demanded restitution. the old lady didn’t want to pay for “weeds” but victoria threated legal action and she reimbursed her the full amount and quit dumping chemicals over the fence. she couldn’t understand why some one pay to grow weeds instead of having a nice row of flowers along the fence line.