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Oh Livejournal...
May. 14th, 2010 05:09 pm...it's been awhile.
I've missed you.
I know you've missed me, because a lot's been happening. The innocent bystanders who read this interaction likely aren't missing anything, but they haven't been experiencing time like I have. I feel old. I feel like a cannonball hurled full speed through the tissue paper of day-to-day life. So much is happening that I have lost my anchor in time, everything is both near and very distant. An example: I've been worried because I thought I skipped a period. I looked back at lj records. Nope. It was actually a little late last month and so relatively recent. It just felt like a whole additional month had happened since then.
I've been working a lot. It's funny because I think I spend many fewer hours involved in the work process-- less time commuting, sometimes shorter days or fewer days per week. I have much more ownership of what I do- as the outdoor guy, I cover extra stuff that needs to be done, decide what needs to be done and when, figure out my hours and request a second guy when I need. I am appreciated and treated well by my bosses, I have excellent co-workers who are not lazy, who are neat to talk to, etc. So my head is basically inside work all the time when, like these two weeks, there's a season change-over and my schedule goes all amorphous. Add that to the side-job I've got going on and even though I can spend a slower morning at home with Angus, even cook myself breakfast if I feel like or read or stay in bed and snuggle, awake, for an extra hour I am always thinking about work. How long will today go? Will I be able to get into this or that today? What did I miss out on last time and what should I do about that? Who do I need to talk to today? What must be done and what can be pushed off? What will the weather be and what does that say about watering? What's the insect situation and what should I do about it? Etc, etc.
Here's a story for you. Today one of the top guys at a hotel I do the outdoor plants for approached me and he said very politely, 'could you please not water the two planters there so it runs out the bottom, it's dripping onto the floor'. I was like, 'I haven't watered that planter more than once in the last two months. That brown gunk coming out is all coffee. People pour it in.' I didn't point out to him that the plant was right beside a tourbus stop so of course everyone's gonna dump their drink before they get on. I didn't point out to him that coffee isn't good for plants.
I'm going to be doing a lot of watering for the next while. Like, till the summer is over. I secretly (not so secretly?) love getting up early and heading down to downtown just after sunrise, splashing water around everywhere, and being done by 2 or 3. Especially in hot summers, those are the best days-- add an afternoon nap and they feel wonderful. There's even often time for the beach after.
I think a lot about my equipment (well, that kind too). I hate hoses-- I always cut myself on the screw bits, they always throw washers and leak and kink and they are impossible to coil up. Even the expensive ones suck worse than almost any other invention of the modern world. I would honest to god rather carry buckets, or use something on wheels. Sometimes I do use something on wheels, called a watering machine. It's a fiberglass tank with a bit of pressure that you can fill up (pressurizing it more) and then empty water out of. Water is heavy (just over 8lbs/gallon ish) and so to do any serious watering the watering machine has to hold a couple hundred pounds of water minimum, aside from its normal weight. It also looks like a cartoon bomb (fiberglass ovoid with red tubes coming out of it) and is topheavy. When that thing falls over it sucks. It doesn't kink or cut me, though, unlike the hose.
I need to clean my pruners this weekend, and do some sharpening. I need new gloves. I have walked through the bottoms of my shoes (again, sigh) and need a new pair (maybe with soles of steel?). I have the clear spray sunscreen now, which is the summer gift from god (polar fleece is the winter one) without which life would not be worth living. As a bad permaculturalist, the two things I would miss if it all went down would be, not internet or indoor plumbing, but spray clear sunscreen and contact lenses. If I get laser eye surgery I'll be down to one on that list.
See this? I've just say here and talked about work for god knows how long. Guess what? Interpersonal stuff is happening in my life. I think I'm becoming part of a posse. I'm making new friends and reconnecting with old. I'm having the straightest talk I've has with Kynnin via twitter pm. I love twitter and I could tell you why (). Stuff with Angus is getting new and interesting and also settling down. I haven't talked to my mom for ages. I made awesome food recently, as did Angus, and the plum maple lemonade saved my ass today by making me not kill people when security took half an hour to let me out onto the deck to water the plants (and I did not run through the crowded convention pushing the 300lb watering machine yelling 'let me onto the porch, it's a bomb, get it outside!' either). But see, I'm talking about work again, cause that's where my head is.
I sorta work Sunday (there's a rattery housewarming, and rattery cleanup is work, and that sort of public interaction is work too, I can't do anything else during that time and I am interacting in a specific way for a specific goal). Then the next week I work Monday through Sunday, with a possible half-day Tuesday and maybe off early Sunday. Then Monday off, making up Monday's hours in the four-day week following, and back to a new normal after that.
So I am thinking about work partly because it's the only thing in my near future, really. I have an evening with Angus tonight, and a day of housecleaning tomorrow, and an evening with my crush (who we can call the Writer for consistency's sake) which had damn well better be distracting enough to keep me from thinking about work, but... blah.
I am looking forward to washing my floors more than anything else, but perhaps when I actually try human interaction again (rather than work people interaction) that will change. If nothing else a good caning or belting should get me paying attention, right?
Right?
I've missed you.
I know you've missed me, because a lot's been happening. The innocent bystanders who read this interaction likely aren't missing anything, but they haven't been experiencing time like I have. I feel old. I feel like a cannonball hurled full speed through the tissue paper of day-to-day life. So much is happening that I have lost my anchor in time, everything is both near and very distant. An example: I've been worried because I thought I skipped a period. I looked back at lj records. Nope. It was actually a little late last month and so relatively recent. It just felt like a whole additional month had happened since then.
I've been working a lot. It's funny because I think I spend many fewer hours involved in the work process-- less time commuting, sometimes shorter days or fewer days per week. I have much more ownership of what I do- as the outdoor guy, I cover extra stuff that needs to be done, decide what needs to be done and when, figure out my hours and request a second guy when I need. I am appreciated and treated well by my bosses, I have excellent co-workers who are not lazy, who are neat to talk to, etc. So my head is basically inside work all the time when, like these two weeks, there's a season change-over and my schedule goes all amorphous. Add that to the side-job I've got going on and even though I can spend a slower morning at home with Angus, even cook myself breakfast if I feel like or read or stay in bed and snuggle, awake, for an extra hour I am always thinking about work. How long will today go? Will I be able to get into this or that today? What did I miss out on last time and what should I do about that? Who do I need to talk to today? What must be done and what can be pushed off? What will the weather be and what does that say about watering? What's the insect situation and what should I do about it? Etc, etc.
Here's a story for you. Today one of the top guys at a hotel I do the outdoor plants for approached me and he said very politely, 'could you please not water the two planters there so it runs out the bottom, it's dripping onto the floor'. I was like, 'I haven't watered that planter more than once in the last two months. That brown gunk coming out is all coffee. People pour it in.' I didn't point out to him that the plant was right beside a tourbus stop so of course everyone's gonna dump their drink before they get on. I didn't point out to him that coffee isn't good for plants.
I'm going to be doing a lot of watering for the next while. Like, till the summer is over. I secretly (not so secretly?) love getting up early and heading down to downtown just after sunrise, splashing water around everywhere, and being done by 2 or 3. Especially in hot summers, those are the best days-- add an afternoon nap and they feel wonderful. There's even often time for the beach after.
I think a lot about my equipment (well, that kind too). I hate hoses-- I always cut myself on the screw bits, they always throw washers and leak and kink and they are impossible to coil up. Even the expensive ones suck worse than almost any other invention of the modern world. I would honest to god rather carry buckets, or use something on wheels. Sometimes I do use something on wheels, called a watering machine. It's a fiberglass tank with a bit of pressure that you can fill up (pressurizing it more) and then empty water out of. Water is heavy (just over 8lbs/gallon ish) and so to do any serious watering the watering machine has to hold a couple hundred pounds of water minimum, aside from its normal weight. It also looks like a cartoon bomb (fiberglass ovoid with red tubes coming out of it) and is topheavy. When that thing falls over it sucks. It doesn't kink or cut me, though, unlike the hose.
I need to clean my pruners this weekend, and do some sharpening. I need new gloves. I have walked through the bottoms of my shoes (again, sigh) and need a new pair (maybe with soles of steel?). I have the clear spray sunscreen now, which is the summer gift from god (polar fleece is the winter one) without which life would not be worth living. As a bad permaculturalist, the two things I would miss if it all went down would be, not internet or indoor plumbing, but spray clear sunscreen and contact lenses. If I get laser eye surgery I'll be down to one on that list.
See this? I've just say here and talked about work for god knows how long. Guess what? Interpersonal stuff is happening in my life. I think I'm becoming part of a posse. I'm making new friends and reconnecting with old. I'm having the straightest talk I've has with Kynnin via twitter pm. I love twitter and I could tell you why (). Stuff with Angus is getting new and interesting and also settling down. I haven't talked to my mom for ages. I made awesome food recently, as did Angus, and the plum maple lemonade saved my ass today by making me not kill people when security took half an hour to let me out onto the deck to water the plants (and I did not run through the crowded convention pushing the 300lb watering machine yelling 'let me onto the porch, it's a bomb, get it outside!' either). But see, I'm talking about work again, cause that's where my head is.
I sorta work Sunday (there's a rattery housewarming, and rattery cleanup is work, and that sort of public interaction is work too, I can't do anything else during that time and I am interacting in a specific way for a specific goal). Then the next week I work Monday through Sunday, with a possible half-day Tuesday and maybe off early Sunday. Then Monday off, making up Monday's hours in the four-day week following, and back to a new normal after that.
So I am thinking about work partly because it's the only thing in my near future, really. I have an evening with Angus tonight, and a day of housecleaning tomorrow, and an evening with my crush (who we can call the Writer for consistency's sake) which had damn well better be distracting enough to keep me from thinking about work, but... blah.
I am looking forward to washing my floors more than anything else, but perhaps when I actually try human interaction again (rather than work people interaction) that will change. If nothing else a good caning or belting should get me paying attention, right?
Right?
