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greenstormThinking back on it, mom filled my childhood with nonconformers. I'm thinking of Madeline and of Ferdinand the bull right now, but I know a lot of the stories we read were of that sort. It may be the reason I never felt alone in the world as a kid, I always felt like my people existed but I hadn't met them yet, and except for how I managed my emotions I never felt I was wrong for taking my own path, at least not from mom. That's quite a gift for her to have given me.
Today I was fueling up after dropping Avi at the airport and due to a weird sequence of things got into the truck to drive away when I heard a tap on my window. I'd forgotten, not just to close the gas cap, but to take the pump nozzle out of the truck. Like they said, it's my lucky day. I've never seen what happens in that case and hopefully I never will. Note to future self: this is the time of year when dropping people for the 7pm flight means driving home straight into the sun on the horizon for two hours.
I'm starting to look forward with anticipation to taking to Adrian and Ellen and sorting out what's up with that thing. That's a good sign.
I'm also looking forward to renewing my Fort acquaintanceships.
Tucker gave me a set of sheets before he left, and I have a blanket that perfectly matches the colour.
Chocolate's babies are still alive and haven't yet succumbed to the muscovy disease. Maybe they won't?
I'm back in the downstairs bedroom, I expect I'll sleep better tonight.
I get to think about fall tomato breeding, which is lovely.
I like my little online gardening communities.
The breeze coming in through the window is perfect.
I have clean sheets tonight.
I'm tired, and I get to sleep.
Goodnight.
Today I was fueling up after dropping Avi at the airport and due to a weird sequence of things got into the truck to drive away when I heard a tap on my window. I'd forgotten, not just to close the gas cap, but to take the pump nozzle out of the truck. Like they said, it's my lucky day. I've never seen what happens in that case and hopefully I never will. Note to future self: this is the time of year when dropping people for the 7pm flight means driving home straight into the sun on the horizon for two hours.
I'm starting to look forward with anticipation to taking to Adrian and Ellen and sorting out what's up with that thing. That's a good sign.
I'm also looking forward to renewing my Fort acquaintanceships.
Tucker gave me a set of sheets before he left, and I have a blanket that perfectly matches the colour.
Chocolate's babies are still alive and haven't yet succumbed to the muscovy disease. Maybe they won't?
I'm back in the downstairs bedroom, I expect I'll sleep better tonight.
I get to think about fall tomato breeding, which is lovely.
I like my little online gardening communities.
The breeze coming in through the window is perfect.
I have clean sheets tonight.
I'm tired, and I get to sleep.
Goodnight.
