I borderline far too serious and not. On one hand, I think myself quite funny, a Mr. Bean eyebrow-raising persona saying, “Will you get a load of that fella?” On the other, I’m a librarian who’s seen her fair share of unreturned books. At yet another amateur excuse for the stained page, her eyes roll to the back of her head in disgust.
I meant to make a berm, a raised rich-dirt area for bushes, trees, and flowers. So far, I’ve made a mud hole. A place to slog your leg shin-deep into while begging for your life like Atreyu does for Artax. For every problem there is a solution, a way to work with the land. I’m reminded of the documentary The Biggest Little Farm. When disasters, infestations, or any problem of the land arose, the mindset was: how do we work with this?
So far, I’m stuck. Frustrated by the 2.5 inches of rain that fell, showing me how even the best-laid plans in nature have their limitations.
It’s funny how quickly an outside mess becomes an inside one for me.
When I’m insecure, the mirror is a gummy mess, with the adhesive leftovers of a sticker in the way. The garbly-gook nonsense that returns from my “Mirror, mirror” is night to the day of when I’m feeling secure.
My mood is in a poor state. Productivity has come to a standstill. No matter where I look, there’s another boulder needing pushed uphill.
The couch has already claimed me once for a viewing of Mrs. Doubtfire. I’m still in disbelief that movie is PG-13, the only concern was having to explain to 6-year-old Evelyn the meaning of the sweet dear old lady popping a middle finger out the window at her ex-wife’s hot new Pierce Brosnan boyfriend.
Perhaps researching my mud issue—like whether I should put in a meandering boulder cut-through for water to flow through, or whether enough plants will do the work of soaking it up—is helping. Google reassures me that once it dries out more, I can compact it. Or that during the next rain I can put a tarp over it to protect it from turning into “pooh.” And it looks like it’ll take time to settle. All of those things make me feel better that it’s not a total disaster of a project.
Also not a total disaster is AliExpress refunding my money for a watch the seller said arrived but never did. What a panicky, headache-inducing nightmare ride that was. However gun-shy I was about buying another watch, I knew I had to get back in the saddle. One is coming from Amazon in a couple of days.
Okay, I better get on with the day. Take care. Love, Jaclynn