Tricksy Winds
Posted on | August 27, 2007 | 2 Comments
It’s been cool here and some of the trees have started to take on the colors of fall. I love Portland.
It’s supposed to get “hot” here tomorrow. All of 85…. god, I don’t miss Florida weather.
*edit..they updated the weather. It’s going to be 90. I think Frankie cursed us. I’ll get him back*
I’m working on my garden today, my critiques, and laundry. It feels good to get all of this stuff done. There’s much more to do, like looking for a job, but that’s on the back burner for the next couple of days. The critiques are my main focus. Well, that’s kind of a lie. My garden is what I want to do first. So, should I be responsible, or play in the dirt? Hehehe… we all know what I’ll choose.
So, Michael Vick found Jesus. Nice to hear that. I am so sick of celebrities and athletes caught in shite behaviors finding Jeezus or attributing their issues to mental illness/addiction. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on buddy. I hope your career is ruined. Cruelty is pervasive in professional sports. Wife-abusers, animal abusers — it feels like the only people who succeed in the sports world are those with compromised morals. Infidelity seems like a hobby to those pricks (although I admit it is pervasive throughout society. Being that they are in the spotlight, it gets more press). That’s a horrific thing to do to a family. And then there is the bee in my bonnet — the animal abuse. I think Vick should be put into his own pit-bull ring, and see what happens to him. I don’t belive in capital punishment, and I know this is just anger speaking, but sometimes an eye for an eye sounds like a brilliant idea.
(that was an incoherent rant… sorry for the grammar)
*later today*
So, I planted my flowers and my jasmine, finally. And for my troubles I have two ripped open blisters, one of my ring finger where my wedding ring is. They frackin hurt. The prior landowners put down a substandard mulch which is riddled with teensy splinters. So on top of my blisters I have splinters on my ankles where my socks stopped. I’m used to Florida dirt. It’s loose and easy to turn. But this stuff is almost a foot deep hardpan, and it is impossible to break through without a shovel. My whining is done now. I’ve got the very beginnings of a loverly garden. Let’s see how the rest of it works out.
It’s windy again, and cooling down rapidly. I enjoy wearing a hoody when it gets cold at night. I think I am in heaven.
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August 28th, 2007 @ 1:23 pm
First, I love your new layout…Second, I thought celebrities found Jesus after they did some time in jail or
rehab. How do you find a savior when you haven’t even suffered punishment? I’m so confused, maybe I
should find Jesus and ask him. And third, I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk the other night, I will try calling you
again tonight…Enjoy your garden, and I’ll let you know whet Jesus says…
August 28th, 2007 @ 2:30 pm
I wish it would start looking like Fall here. I am definitely ready for some cooler weather and red. orange, yellow leaves.