Mmmmmr.

Well, came home and planted my honeysuckle at the door to the greenhouse, and thought about dinner. I dug some hamburger patties out of the freezer, sliced my zucchini lengthwise, and started up the BBQ for the first time that wasn't for a rotisserie chicken. Supper was lovely; as usual I made enough for two, which means I'll have second supper later. Food is good.

The zucchini plants should start spitting out fruit very soon (female flowers are churning themselves out, I dunno if any have pollinated yet). An unlimited supply of bbq-able zucchini + tomatoes would be an acceptable replacement for things like money and grocery stores for me.

'M thinking about this Sin City, and the next bio, kind of cautiously. What I really want is Kynnin or Juggler or one of two potential other people (maybe) on the other end of my leash. :/

Altered States

So I've done it again. I read Humans, the sequel to Robert Sawyer's Hominids, in less than 24 hours and started on the last in the trilogy, plus I got a bunch of Steinbeck in. Reading a book from start to finish, beginning-middle-end, rising action-climax-neat tidy ending, in that little time is very bad for me. I get jittery and bored and distractable and I have the feeling that I want to get close to people and express lots of stuff, but I have nothing to express, because the emotional ride wasn't due to actual stuff happening.

The book itself is ok, not great, not bad. It's better than much sci-fi, but the characters are getting unlikeable, and the author is becoming obsessed with gender distinctions and religion. That makes it sound like a terrible book, but it's not really that bad. Wait till you see what I have to say about Spider Robinson or Heinlein.

Maybe I should switch back to Steinbeck for a bit.

I may not be able to finish Canticle for Leibowitz. Especially in this state, it's a bit too intense for me. I'll slip it in sometime when I haven't read for a bit, I think. Sorry, Squaddie and Wik, it'll get to you eventually.

I'm trying to plan my month of July, which is sorta difficult. Juggler has his vacation time in July, which means... soon. Like, very soon. I'm looking for stuff to do with him, I'd love to take a multi-day trip somewhere, but the trick seems to be getting him interested in the stuff I wanna do. *sigh* Oh, well. I may end up Greyhounding up the Fraser Canyon at some point by myself, that would be pretty entertaining. That would be in August, though, when my free time, um, exists.

Also, Folk Fest coming up. I need to communicate with Ellen (hi, Ellen!) about whether she and Adrian are going, and if they're not, maybe prevail upon Kynnin to drive my tent out there(?).

I should call Kyle to see if he'll be at the folk fest.

I've used the word 'should' a lot in there. Interesting. I feel comfy and not-rushed, no doubt due to a very full belly and this lovely warm-grey-sleepy weather. I think it's time to crawl under the sheets and read s'more.

Stolen.

Anyone know where this is from?

Love...

...is a burning thing
And it makes
A firey ring
Bound
By wild desire
I fell into a ring of fire.