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Still feeling the blahs from these darned allergies.
I think I'm also hitting some of that springtime restlessness. I need to send packages to people - my father, for his birthday (yesterday! Happy birthday, Dad!), my grandfather, for being himself,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annikusrex, because I owe her one for not visiting Chicago, and probably also trifold_flame and sytharin just because. Maybe my uncle F as well.
I need to draw pictures - especially what I'll call a Bike Phoenix picture. Plus something simple of the garden in the backyard. Or maybe something not-so-simple that captures everything that's happening there. I'm at that point where I'm regularly harvesting lettuce for sandwiches, herbs for all kinds of things, and eggs for all sorts of eating. Plus, the artichoke plants seem like they're almost doubling in size on a weekly basis.
I need to build a modestly-sized container garden box or two. I can build them out of salvaged lumber pretty easily, it's just a matter of finding the time. Almost every single plant that I have grown inside of wooden frames has done really well, and I think it's because the wood helps the plants regulate their humidity levels. Ifscrottie and I are going to be successful in our attempts to grow tomatoes, we need to get the plants into nice, big containers that can stay in the sunshine while it's still pretty cool, and that can get moved into more shady sections of the yard once it starts getting really hot. Plus, I think they will look nice.
I need to read more books. I need to get out of Working, and into at least one of the other books that has been accumulating dust on my nightstand. Books are a way of dreaming.
I want to go to the farmer's market. I won't go this Saturday, because we have a regatta all day. I'm afraid of missing some of the better plant-growers.
Spring break happens in two weeks. I will take a few days off over the break, to take care of such projects. In the meantime, I hope I can convince myself to wait - I hope I can continue to move ahead on projects at school, and can satisfy myself with small-scale cooking projects.
I need to think about where I will be going in a year, and how I want to go there. My mind isn't wired to think about such things. Or, rather, I want to think about such things more carefully, and in a different way, than I thought about such things previously. I want to be respectful to Arizona, in wherever I go or whatever I end up doing.
I think I'm also hitting some of that springtime restlessness. I need to send packages to people - my father, for his birthday (yesterday! Happy birthday, Dad!), my grandfather, for being himself,
annikusrex, because I owe her one for not visiting Chicago, and probably also trifold_flame and sytharin just because. Maybe my uncle F as well. I need to draw pictures - especially what I'll call a Bike Phoenix picture. Plus something simple of the garden in the backyard. Or maybe something not-so-simple that captures everything that's happening there. I'm at that point where I'm regularly harvesting lettuce for sandwiches, herbs for all kinds of things, and eggs for all sorts of eating. Plus, the artichoke plants seem like they're almost doubling in size on a weekly basis.
I need to build a modestly-sized container garden box or two. I can build them out of salvaged lumber pretty easily, it's just a matter of finding the time. Almost every single plant that I have grown inside of wooden frames has done really well, and I think it's because the wood helps the plants regulate their humidity levels. If
scrottie and I are going to be successful in our attempts to grow tomatoes, we need to get the plants into nice, big containers that can stay in the sunshine while it's still pretty cool, and that can get moved into more shady sections of the yard once it starts getting really hot. Plus, I think they will look nice.I need to read more books. I need to get out of Working, and into at least one of the other books that has been accumulating dust on my nightstand. Books are a way of dreaming.
I want to go to the farmer's market. I won't go this Saturday, because we have a regatta all day. I'm afraid of missing some of the better plant-growers.
Spring break happens in two weeks. I will take a few days off over the break, to take care of such projects. In the meantime, I hope I can convince myself to wait - I hope I can continue to move ahead on projects at school, and can satisfy myself with small-scale cooking projects.
I need to think about where I will be going in a year, and how I want to go there. My mind isn't wired to think about such things. Or, rather, I want to think about such things more carefully, and in a different way, than I thought about such things previously. I want to be respectful to Arizona, in wherever I go or whatever I end up doing.
