I accidentally took a break from bloggery. I didn’t mean to, and nothing particularly interesting was preventing me from posting. Once time had passed, I started to think that I needed to have something important to write about to start back up again, and I do not. So, here are several unimportant, unrelated things to get the ball rolling.
* I did not harvest my artichokes in time. They hit the day where they were perfect to be picked, and there were so many that I couldn’t deal with processing all of them, so I decided to let them flower. The bees are in love. I’ll try to take a photo with my real camera this weekend to show what they do– the bees burrow all the way down into the flowery part, and it is fascinating to watch.
* My boss left for a new job at the end of April, and I was assigned to take over his job (plus mine) until we could get a new boss. This made for some busy times. Interestingly, this is the third time in my illustrious career where I’ve been asked to take over after someone left and perform two full time jobs (note: never for two salaries). Like the phenomenon of strange animals ending up in my office, I don’t think this is something that happens to most people at work. Why do I keep being asked to do this? Although, really, the more baffling question is why do I keep agreeing?
* I had a dream that Liesel, my favorite chicken, was hurt, and while I was trying to figure out what vet would take a sick chicken, I put her in the dryer for safe keeping. On medium. It was a salient part of my dream that I adjusted the dryer heat to medium before putting the chicken inside. Later in the dream, I opened the dryer to find that Liesel had sort of melted, and I was totally devastated and anguished. I woke up wondering what in the name of all things holy was wrong with my brain.
* It might be the fumes from my new mattress, because I GOT A NEW MATTRESS and lawd is that thing amazing. My former mattress was an old hand-me-down and I was starting to get terrible back and shoulder pain and would wake up crunched up with back and neck drama daily. A new mattress seemed like a really big deal though, so I kept putting it off. About two months ago, at 3 AM while I was dead asleep, part of my bed frame collapsed and I fell, along with my mattress and box spring to the floor. (Sidenote: I feel like this kind of thing doesn’t happen to real people) At first I tried to ignore it and just go back to sleep, but I kept sliding down the steep angle. The box spring was stuck under the bed frame in one corner, and I could not deal with the mechanics of that at 3 AM, so I dragged my mattress onto the floor and slept there for two days. I finally got around to rearranging things so that my box spring was under the bed frame, and my mattress was on top of that. Technically, I was still sleeping on the floor, but to an outsider it looked like a normal bed. This set up lasted for around two months. The final straw was that last week I woke up with shoulder pain so terrible that I ended up going to the chiropractor that afternoon and then breaking down and buying a new bed the next day. WORTH IT. I love that thing. Except, maybe, for the mildly hallucinogenic fumes that are causing awful chicken nightmares.
* I am continuing to train for a half marathon. The fact that I am planning to run a half marathon (which is thirteen ever-loving miles, if you’re counting) is truly ridiculous. It is going moderately well, but takes a lot of time. And makes me very tired. I ran five miles after work on Wednesday, and spent all day Thursday dealing with brain-and-computer-intensive problem solving at work, and by Thursday evening it was all I could do just to crawl to the couch for TV watching.
* Westerman introduced me to Tabitha’s Salon Takeover, and if I could stay awake long enough to obsessively watch every episode ever, it might be the greatest day in the history of days. I love Tabitha. Also, Westerman is in town! This is very exciting news.
* Westerman, Sara, and I took a hike through Annadel State Park last weekend and it was totally amazing. Especially because you can hike to a lake and swim there. This would be even better if you were prepared with actual swimming attire, but it works fine to jump in in your hiking shorts, FYI. This seems totally normal when everyone else on the trail has the same idea, but slightly less normal when you stop for frozen yogurt on the way home and your shorts are still damp.
* I am struggling to get myself to work these days, so I have been bribing myself with a tea from Starbucks to get moving. My standard Starbucks order is this: “A large Awake tea with one tea bag.” I’ve used that line at a number of Starbucks shops, and never had a problem until I discovered a new location on my way to work. See, the large tea usually comes with two teabags, but I find that too strong. When I order a large with one tea bag, I’ve always been charged the price for a small, because, you know, half the tea bags. I noticed the other day that this new Starbucks charged me the full price for my one-bag tea, but it is a minor difference and I didn’t say anything. Today, the girl charged me the one-teabag price, but then gave me a lecture about how I was ordering it wrong. She explained that I needed to ask for a small tea, but in a large cup, and there was some other catch that I couldn’t remember. “Because,” she said: “otherwise you’re paying for an extra tea bag that you’re not getting.” BUT AM I NOT ASKING FOR THE EXACT SAME THING IN A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT WAY? I would have fought back, but I had not consumed any caffeine yet and didn’t have it in me. Also, that is the end of going to that Starbucks. Too confusing.
* You do not even know the gladness that I feel about today being Friday. I have runs to run, horses to ride, bees to check, dogs to walk, lawns to mow, and gardens to garden. And maybe even some golfs to golf.