7 august 2000
how can it already be august?
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Hello again, gentle reader. I present now for your amusement a brief summary of my recent life, in reverse chronological order.
Do you all feel caught up now? I hope so. I'm rather amazed at how much I've packed into the last month. |
season of mists and yellow fruitfulness
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For some reason, out of nowhere, I want it to be fall. Proper fall, which they don't really have in this part of California. I want colder weather and changing leaves and perfect blue skies and wonderful way all of this smells. The smell of autumn makes me want to be domestic, to bake and cook and clean and take care of things, but it also makes me long to be artistic, to write or draw. I suppose it's really the same urge, to make beautiful wonderful things, whether those things are cookies or sketches, improvements to my garden or the beginnings of a story. Or, maybe, writing here. Deciding to write here made me want to experience fall, which says something good about being able to start my own creative cycle whenever I want to. So why is it still, always so hard to take that first step and start? I keep asking myself this. I'm listening to Boiled in Lead. Specifically, I'm listening to track four of this CD, which is "Jamie Across the Water", an instrumental song that manages to hit me right in that place where I want it to be fall and want to write and cook and make things. I'm thinking that, just maybe, I could keep coming in to work this early (I was here at 9am today, which is early for me) and then go home at a reasonable time (such as 6pm) and write (or draw) until Jim comes home. Could that be? Of course. If I just really decide to do it. I wish I knew why I never quite manage to decide. Enough of all that. I'll talk instead about the garden. It's mostly just going along in a straightforward way, with all the plants that were there when we arrived doing well. The one surprise is a tomato plant which has popped up out of nowhere in one of the borders near the back gate. Despite not being given any special attention it has flourished amazingly, and is now enormous and covered with green tomatoes of various sizes and at least a handful of yellow blossoms which will eventually become tomatoes. They should start ripening soon and I'm really looking forward to that, eating fresh tomatoes from my garden. Jim and I have been talking about transplanting all the lantana that's living in that bed (tiny white flowers on long stems) and getting rid of the bushes altogether so we can use the space for fruits & vegetables. It's very happy to plan these things. Chris has appeared and shown me the error of my ways that led to my debug output not occuring, and furthermore explained to me that bears like hacking, especially on Macintoshes. This is a good thing to know, and I think I will celebrate knowing it by chasing down the bug he gave me on Friday. |
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