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greenstormI walked my fields for the first time last weekend.
I came home to my house for the first time this week.
I mopped my floors for the first time today.
My house smells like clover. My... home smells like clover, the lawn is almost entirely white clover in full, dizzy-headed bloom. Everything smells like clover.
The house faces onto the fields with an upper window that provides the loft with a view across the livingroom, and a lower set of quadruple glass doors facing the same way. Aspens frame the grasses there, and the sun slants gold across the field when it sets. I think I'll put a beanbag couch on the loft balcony so I can sit there and look and look.
The house has a steep temperature gradient, maybe 12-15 degrees difference between the loft (hot) and the basement (cold). Putting a fan in the loft window helps. I suspect more air circulation would be great in general. There's a vent from the basement to the livingroom, which is good.
I planted a tomato in my greenhouse and some basil is on the way up.
I figured out what the inexplicable bell-tower is on the vacant property beside mine. It's a replica of the church in Barkerville, except all the insulation is torn out and it's not finished, etc. Now, I'd been hoping to buy that property anyhow, to give myself the room I'd been wanting. It happens to have a non-consecrated church on it. This is more unexpected than... I'd expected?
I'm finally starting to get a handle on work. There are things I can do that are useful without as much instruction, I'm almost getting a sense of when some things are not right (for instance, the equipment we've always used isn't really right for the tasks I'm doing right now, I'm not just failing at it), and I think I might get through the year at least alright, or rather, my sub-department which I'm sorta-in-charge of will.
And I really like my boss.
And I have a hibiscus tree and a scented geranium and two african violets and a christmas cactus in my office, and there's more room on the windowsill, and I may be accidentaly propagating my african violets, and... hey! I could do african violets again.
And I will do irrigation and plant fruit trees this month.
And there are people who love me and I love them, and people who will come visit me. And I have a pond and someday I'll have clothes my furniture and stuff here.
And I still have to spend more time than I'd like at camp, and every time I learn one thing I need to learn three more so I never actually know what I'm doing, and my windows are dirty and the garden is overgrown with grass and I don't spend nearly enough time talking and snuggling as I'd like.
But.
I'm starting to land.
It's good.
I came home to my house for the first time this week.
I mopped my floors for the first time today.
My house smells like clover. My... home smells like clover, the lawn is almost entirely white clover in full, dizzy-headed bloom. Everything smells like clover.
The house faces onto the fields with an upper window that provides the loft with a view across the livingroom, and a lower set of quadruple glass doors facing the same way. Aspens frame the grasses there, and the sun slants gold across the field when it sets. I think I'll put a beanbag couch on the loft balcony so I can sit there and look and look.
The house has a steep temperature gradient, maybe 12-15 degrees difference between the loft (hot) and the basement (cold). Putting a fan in the loft window helps. I suspect more air circulation would be great in general. There's a vent from the basement to the livingroom, which is good.
I planted a tomato in my greenhouse and some basil is on the way up.
I figured out what the inexplicable bell-tower is on the vacant property beside mine. It's a replica of the church in Barkerville, except all the insulation is torn out and it's not finished, etc. Now, I'd been hoping to buy that property anyhow, to give myself the room I'd been wanting. It happens to have a non-consecrated church on it. This is more unexpected than... I'd expected?
I'm finally starting to get a handle on work. There are things I can do that are useful without as much instruction, I'm almost getting a sense of when some things are not right (for instance, the equipment we've always used isn't really right for the tasks I'm doing right now, I'm not just failing at it), and I think I might get through the year at least alright, or rather, my sub-department which I'm sorta-in-charge of will.
And I really like my boss.
And I have a hibiscus tree and a scented geranium and two african violets and a christmas cactus in my office, and there's more room on the windowsill, and I may be accidentaly propagating my african violets, and... hey! I could do african violets again.
And I will do irrigation and plant fruit trees this month.
And there are people who love me and I love them, and people who will come visit me. And I have a pond and someday I'll have clothes my furniture and stuff here.
And I still have to spend more time than I'd like at camp, and every time I learn one thing I need to learn three more so I never actually know what I'm doing, and my windows are dirty and the garden is overgrown with grass and I don't spend nearly enough time talking and snuggling as I'd like.
But.
I'm starting to land.
It's good.
