For lack of a better topic, today I’m going to write about . . . me. That, of course, is a joke because all I ever write about is me, in one way or another. Writers are often told to write what we know, and pretty much all I know is me, at least to the extent that any of us know ourselves.
Oddly, I seem to be standing still, always in the same place, waiting for workers to come on Friday, waiting for my brakes to be fixed on Monday. I’m not sure what the problem is with the workers not showing up — probably the contractor, as always, is way behind, and so has no one to send over here. Getting the brakes fixed is a different story every week — either the part didn’t come in or the wrong part was sent or the mechanic is dealing with lingering “Bob” issues from his very bad bout with the virus or . . . something.
And so, once again, I am standing in that same place, where the workers are supposed to come on Friday and I’m supposed to take my car to the mechanic on Monday.
On the brighter side, one of my new day lilies has bloomed!
And one of my original daylilies has bloomed again.
Surprisingly, my cherry tomato plants are fruiting. I didn’t really expect to get any tomatoes; I just planted them because I could. There aren’t a whole lot, just a small handful every other day, which actually is perfect for me. Never having planted tomatoes of any kind before, I am amazed at how big the plants get! I might need to invest in tomato cages next year to keep them contained because stakes and string don’t really do the job.
Despite these small successes, I seem to be standing still in regards to my gardening, too, always planning for next year — what to try, what to do differently, how to battle the ever-encroaching weeds.
I suppose standing still isn’t so bad. At least I’m not running in place, wearing myself out, and getting nowhere.
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August 17, 2021 at 10:16 pm
I’m definitely no kind of gardener, so FWIW. Cages do seem to work much better than stakes, at least for “determinate” varieties (which is what the few I’ve grown seem to be).
It kind of sounds as if the local people and milieu are getting a bit static and stale for you, possibly something like the itchy feet I’ve been feeling of late. Early in working life, I physically moved around a lot, but with the same employer. Later, I stayed put physically, but was involved in a number of quite different businesses. Either way, I didn’t feel like watching the grass (or flowers, or weeds) grow was how I was marking time. These days, it kind of does.
Maybe it’s Bob-related though, seemingly just waiting for the next shoe to drop. At least the grass (or flowers, or weeds) are something we have some degree of control over.
August 18, 2021 at 8:18 am
i have a hunch you’re right about things getting a bit stale around here. And yes, there’s a bit of waiting for the next shoe to drop added to the mix. It sounds as if we both need to stir things up a bit.