overthinking as performance art
@brook Rogue Night Gardening is the name of my REM cover band
Oooh, 🤗 my jug of fresh squeezed grapefruit juice is perfectly fizzy and fermented, tart and fruity. Usually, the juice bypasses this stage and goes straight to "bad". Perfect way to cut the sweetness of an entire plate of cinnamon rolls (from a can, baked).
No, this one: gin, Lillet, and pear liqueur.
This bitch of a day needs to turn itself around, and it needs to turn around right here, right now.
Today on a walk, my coworker spotted a dead bee in a white thimbleberry flower. “It looks like it’s stuck!” she said as she looked closer.
I knew the cause without even looking, so I pulled the flower close and pointed into the flower for her to take a closer look.
There it was. She jumped back completely startled. It was a goldenrod crab spider in its white form (with pink abdominal stripes) firmly attached to its prey.
If you see a bee stuck oddly in a flower...
Ahhh... it’s that time of year! The leaves are lush, the cherries are fat with a slight blush of red, hunting at the heady ripeness to come Show more
I am taking a break from my chainsawing to buy my tickets for #VNVNation, a seeming dichotomy which I find endlessly funny.
I often say that I’m my own best audience. Now I can say that I’m my own best joke. 😏
Goumi berries!!!
Y’all know where to find me.
no, sure, enjoy your walk in the woods and try not to think about how that lush forest floor is waiting for you to pitch over for good so it can take you apart and turn you into even more trees
In America, we count time using potatoes and mississippis. Look, we just really don't like the Metric System
“I knew that you didn’t answer my text because you fell asleep. Of course we can reschedule our date because your week has been so exhausting. No worries, I’m just a FLAMING BALL OF INSECURITY AND ANXIETY DAY AND NIGHT AND GODDAMN FUCKING HELL IT PISSES ME THAT I LIKE TOU SO GODDAMN MUCH!”
“Saturday would be wonderful.”
signs that we’ve finally made a home Show more
My biggest trivial parental annoyance is all the little crappy shitbags of detritus that everyone gives kids for every occasion that stands out like a goose pimple on the skin of ordinary life, and this crap shit inevitably goes straight into the trash because the thrill is getting it, not keeping it. What a colossal waste of resources.
Altogether, it’s not trivial. This planet is drowning in trash, and choking on the damage that producing it causes. 🤬
PS It’s a good habit to check your garden’s watering needs by digging down 8-12 inches.
I know it’s weird to set the sprinklers on a rainy day, but we who live where summers are dry, these are the best days since they are cool, not windy, and the moisture charges the soil to make watering more effective. Rarely is the rain enough for those spots in the yard that need water. So get out in the rain and water your garden.
*looks at today's todo list*
*adds a thing that I did instead*
*crosses it out*
good, good
... and there’s a song for that:
(You had to know it was coming.)
“And fighting time, so much I ask
That this moment last forever
And will the world stay standing still
At least for me?
Through my eyes stare into me
I bare my heart for all to see
The wonders I’d seen
The wonders I’d seen”
#VNVNation “Standing”
You know, my life is pretty wonderful right now.
I found what I was looking for. It was a pair of black leggings in a dresser full of black clothes. I've lost stuff for weeks in that black hole-- that one and the others that pop into and out of existence: the shelf, the laundry basket, the various other random places clothes pile up. I could stop buying black clothes.
Mmmmm....nope.
