9 March 2001
Last year: I'd like to state in his defense that T isn't a very experienced cook, and that Matt and I were hovering around the kitchen while he worked distracting him rather a lot.
I'm at work even earlier than usual this morning. Matt is taking the day off (well-deserved, in my opinion, since he's been working nights and weekends for a couple of weeks now) so once I got out of bed, I just kept on going. I'm not that much earlier than usual - maybe fifteen minutes or so. But everything feels different anyway.
The guy who tells me he's always here at 7? Not here. The annoying beeping noise that constantly seeps through the wall that divides my office from the server room? Can't hear it. Maybe it doesn't start until 7:30.
I've got a weird cramp in my stomach this morning. I'm not sure what it is. It doesn't feel like the heartburn or whatever it was that I had a month or so ago. It's not even actually painful. It's just a sortof tight feeling. Maybe it's because I spent four and a half hours yesterday sitting sideways in my chair, folded more or less in half.
I'm not sure what's in the plan for this weekend. There are the usual errands to be run, of course. I'd like to go to Lowe's and buy some things I'll be needing for my garden. (Starting with weedkiller. Loosening and turning over the dirt in the plot has only encouraged the grass in it to grow like crazy.) I'll need a hoe, and some fertilizer. And, of course, some seeds. And while I'm there, I should pick up some inexpensive planters and soil for the little stick-trees in our garage that Matt got from the Arbor Day Foundation.
I need to do a little research online for this, but does anyone out there know off the top of your head how hard or easy it is to take care of roses? Matt got a gardening catalog the other day, and I flipped through it, marking pages for various vegetables for the garden and looking over the flowers and bushes. And then I got to the two-page spread featuring various varieties of roses.
"And there... There on the other side... In the middle of the other side... Away from everything else on the other side..." Was a blue rose. Not red or white or yellow or pink or variegated. Nor even pinkinsh lavender. Blue. (Well, okay, it had a sortof purple tint to it, but it definitely wasn't a color you could call "purple." It was definitely blue.) Blue. I am oddly fascinated by it. Roses aren't my favorite flowers, but I'm starting to get obsessed with this blue rose. A healthy two-year-old bush is only $10, and we live smack in the middle of the recommended planting zones. I'm strongly considering it. But first I want to know how much work it is, to take care of a rose bush.
Anyway. Depending on when I get to Lowe's, I'm hoping to get some work done in the garden. Killing the weeds. I should also probably weed the mulch beds, now that it's possible to distinguish the things I planted from the things that just popped up. Do a little discreet digging, and see if I can divine the fate of my daffodil bulbs. I might prune the tree, too, before it gets too much more tangled up in itself.
I wouldn't mind riding my bike some time; it's been almost two weeks. (Though to be fair, the weather hasn't exactly been clement.) The 7th Sea game is Saturday afternoon.
And suddenly, the weekend is over, almost before it is begun.
Word of the Day:
Grand Guignol - dramatic entertainment featuring or emphasizing the gruesome or horrible
Currently Reading:
- Plan B by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
Current Projects:
- I'll be picking them back up soon. Really