And that’s part of the problem–on a lovely (because it exists, not because of the weather, which is HOT) weekend, the possibilities are endless–so they can wait. There are boundaries, of course, of time and money and weather (did I mention it’s HOT?) and the current pandemic–but within those boundaries, I still could never name […]
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Mondays are hard. I try not to be one of those people living for the weekend, but the fact is, the weekends are MY time. And I want my time. Even more since I was furloughed for six weeks in April and May, and rediscovered just how GLORIOUS a large amount of me-time can be.
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Here’s the thing–I call it my BuJo, but it doesn’t seem to be very BuJo. in particular, I’m not (so far) using the bullet system to track tasks. I like to highlight next to the task with one of my newly acquired six pretty colors and then check it off when I get it done.
I’ve resisted plans, routines, scheduling, for a very long time. Even now that I figured out they are good for me, and free me up for spontaneity, I still sabotage myself. But I want to be free! I want choices! I want to be completely paralyzed by options and do none of the things I
The last zucchini has died. I should write a mournful obit like I did for the kid’s frogs that one time (Here) but I’m not feeling it. Everything in my (small, container) garden is dying. All that’s left are a few wisps of green of carrots that might have survived the caterpillars, but can’t seem
I mean, not that I really got far into it. But three of my four zucchini plants died, and the last one still hasn’t even put out a female flower that I can tell. My tomato plants are stumbling along, but I’ve only seen one flower from four plants. Caterpillars got my carrots, though a
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