Adventures in Emmieland

Gardening is not for the faint of heart although it might be easier if it wasn’t done in the hottest part of the day. Today I pulled weeds, a never ending and thankless job, tried to stabilize a few precarious looking tulips, and plotted on how to transplant the sea of iris I have in the back yard to the front. I’ll have to look up if they are sun loving or shade loving before proceeding though. And of course I took pictures because there needs to be evidence that I donned gloves and got into the dirt. Another kind of getting dirty I did today was converse with my roommate about jealousy. He asked if I was jealous or insecure and I said jealous. Of course he proceeded to tell me that I wouldn’t be jealous if I wasn’t insecure. On the face of it that makes sense but something about the 1+1=2 nature of it doesn’t sit well with me. While they are often linked they can exist separately or at least that’s what I think. One of those issues I’ll have to ponder at three a.m. when everything ...

For the first time in all too long we made it out to the local munch. Although it started off kinda awkward like walking into a group of strangers tends to be, it got better we chatted, laughed, and flirted. I also learned a great deal about modifying Nerf guns and was given gardening tips. Das said that only I would go to a munch and end up looking at baby pictures. Meeting a couple of people was fun and goodness knows I was long overdue for some female companionship. My house is testosterone city these days. Now that I think about it me being outnumbers by the fellas in my family is a theme. In following a local gardening group I discovered that one of the plants I couldn’t identify is one of those evil invasive species. Looks like some weeding is in order tomorrow. Sunday I spent the day weeding and digging out the old dirt around a tree stump so that I could plant wildflowers in good dirt. What is the world coming to that I actually paid for dirt, just not right.

In a discussion with one of my roommates about racism, homophobia, xenophobia and other ways people find to be evil to each other his go to reply was that the people are scared so it’s understandable that they react in these ways.  Mind you when the conversation turned to riots and lack of cooperation with the police in solving crimes he was all about completely blaming the folks who aren’t involved and just trying to keep their heads down and get through the day, week, month, year. I pointed out that these people are scared of retribution if they talk to the police but apparently being scared is only a reasonable reaction for people being assholes not people who are or could be in actual danger.

Life is finally hitting a level stride. Das has a job that so far he likes, he only just started, we’ve got settled with our roommates, and I’m about to finish up residency paperwork. Our mutts are even behaving better. Now if only I wasn’t so damn tired all the time. Like now, I’m crazy tired which seems pretty reasonable given it’s not even four thirty a.m. and I haven’t been to sleep yet. I want to take a sleep aid but I have to be up and ready to go by seven to get Das to the train. Oh well I will sleep when I come back I guess. The last few days I’ve been riding and driving all over creation, I want a nice restful day to catch up on housework and nap, maybe even wash my hair. Speaking of hair I started taking a hair skin nails vitamin. It’s a gummy and man why don’t all my meds come in gummy form? I love gummies, and I hate swallowing pills. Maybe I should start a petition. This weekend we are going to hear the students of a voice teacher we know, sing in concert. She has th...