Zoée asked me how my garden was doing today. I was delighted to answer their question with a series of photos:
Showing Growth.
Tag: gardening
All the hearts.
Let’s get right into it:
On Tuesday, I received a text from my uncle telling me Opa was in the hospital with heart problems. I was told not to come and that he was doing ok.
My 99-year-old opa is in the hospital? How was I supposed to stay optimistic? I only had about 30 minutes left on the clock, so I told myself I could finish the bike I was working on.
I couldn’t do it. With 15 minutes to go, I bailed and walked my bike home as I was too distressed to ride. Upon arriving home, I crashed on the couch, exhausted from all my emotions. I woke up from my nap around 8pm and checked my phone.
Opa had a heart attack.
Continue reading “All the hearts.”Catching and releasing ZZZs.
Sleeping is my latest hobby: after all, sleep is where I am a Viking. Rather than conquer territories far and wide, I had the not-so-difficult task of eliminating one letter from the alphabet. The answer was evident to me: Z. The English language can do without this letter. My alarm went off as soon as I declared the elimination of the letter Z. How fitting: it interrupted my ZZZs. This was okay, as it was already 9am.
The drugs I’ve been on for two months now list “insomnia” as a possible side effect. Contrary to this, I have been extra-groggy. I had two naps following my alphabet-culling dream. I slept in until 9 again this morning, and the preceding dream was about packing up for a move. I was in an unfamiliar house: everything was a mess, and people were starting to move boxes even though I hadn’t finished packing up. It was a stressful dream that I was glad to wake up from.
I was surprised to find my roomie was still home. When I settled on the couch with my breakfast, he informed me he was heading out to work soon for a packing program for an upcoming kayak trip. This was an odd coincidence.
An online analysis of this dream says:
Continue reading “Catching and releasing ZZZs.”Holy fuck o’clock.
The colleague who gave me a set of pliers last week brought me another gift:
His landlady was about to throw the mug out as she found it detrimental to her mental health. I see the logic in that: I don’t hate my workplace, and I don’t need my morning tea to screw with me subliminally. Even if the mug holds twice the volume of tea as my default mug.
Continue reading “Holy fuck o’clock.”Space Magnets and other things too.
Good morning!
It’ll probably be afternoon by the time I finish writing this. The past few weeks have been difficult, interjected with moments of joy.
I caught last Friday’s space magnet show, not just in my video game but also from my backyard. I’d read reports about the northern lights possibly being visible as far south as Victoria and didn’t pay much attention. AS FAR SOUTH AS VICTORIA? Not likely.
Continue reading “Space Magnets and other things too.”
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