Things are, as my buddy Tom would say, “crazy insane, got no brain.” (Quoting the Cypress Hill lyrics, of course.) Work is crazy busy, and I’m also intensely exploring other possibilities. Taking the day off tomorrow, in fact, to do some work around the house and talk to some people.
Eating and food are, on the one hand, ever present worries and subjects of contemplation (especially because I’m reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma – see link in left sidebar), but, at the same time, the lowest priority. I’m sad to say that twice this week, the names of evening meals have ended with the word “Helper.” And we had take-out another night. Hm… is it only Thursday? Did I actually cook something one night this week? Seems unlikely.
Meanwhile, we work to plan (and execute plans) for a first birthday party for the boy. (Mia, I hope you can make it – July 9.) It’s just going to be a barbecue in the back yard, but boy does our back yard need work. It’s kind of scary actually, how many weeds are growing, including something a friend identified as wild fennel. Luckily, I don’t like fennel so I don’t have to be worried about being tempted to try it and potentially poisoning myself.
I’m girding for a lot of hard garden work (and a lot of whining from the boy who will not want to tolerate our working) this weekend. Mostly of the weed-picking and brush-clearing variety. I think we need this kick in the butt to actually get things done in the yard. I actually bought a blowtorch (or something like it) today, to help us in natural weed control. Wish us luck. We desperately need it.
I’ve just marked my calendar, it’s so exciting!
I hear you on the yard. *sigh* We’ve been working so hard, and the best part is…there is only more work in sight. What can I say? I never thought we had a huge piece of property or anything, but now that I’m trying to manage the outsides, I feel like I’m farming the north forty!