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For the first time since she started making them, I am not buying Ursula Vernon's calendar. It's from her false advertising art. I am surprised but it's just not worth it the way I usually think it will be. Oh well. At least this means I get the chance to buy a different calendar. I do like calendars.
Oh, also, Fracture is one of my favorite movies of all time. Watch it.
And I'm trying to art again. I wanted to make presents to take to my few family members still left at Georgetown only to be reminded that there is a reason I never really got into it in college. *sigh* Art. It's not for the easily distracted and quickly bored.
Megs and Mom were in Indiana visiting the fam for the weekend. Megs is going to have to have another surgery, so it was sort of now or never. So Dad had the house to himself. He came to Parkersburg today. I had tried to call him yesterday but missed him. He called me this morning but I didn't hear the phone. So, he just showed up bearing corn on the cob, peaches, and apples. All straight from a garden.
Now, I don't like gardening. At all. Ever. I mean, sure if all the technology in the world died suddenly and inexplicably. Would I turn to gardening to avoid dying? Absolutely. However, until we reach that point I will garden only at the request of my parents. And there has to be a request. I will clean, cook, organize, etc unto the heart's content when left on my own. (it just takes less to content my heart than it does others.) However, there has to be a, "Shaina, come with me out to the garden and help me weed. Stay until we're done." Otherwise, my conscience goes AWOL. I do not like to garden. Period.
However I love food from a garden. Vegetables and fruits do not get any better than when they have been raised and groomed carefully by the hands of an experienced gardener.
Hypocritical? Maybe. Irrational? Yes. Lazy? Most definitely.
But I still don't like to garden.
Oh, also, Fracture is one of my favorite movies of all time. Watch it.
And I'm trying to art again. I wanted to make presents to take to my few family members still left at Georgetown only to be reminded that there is a reason I never really got into it in college. *sigh* Art. It's not for the easily distracted and quickly bored.
Megs and Mom were in Indiana visiting the fam for the weekend. Megs is going to have to have another surgery, so it was sort of now or never. So Dad had the house to himself. He came to Parkersburg today. I had tried to call him yesterday but missed him. He called me this morning but I didn't hear the phone. So, he just showed up bearing corn on the cob, peaches, and apples. All straight from a garden.
Now, I don't like gardening. At all. Ever. I mean, sure if all the technology in the world died suddenly and inexplicably. Would I turn to gardening to avoid dying? Absolutely. However, until we reach that point I will garden only at the request of my parents. And there has to be a request. I will clean, cook, organize, etc unto the heart's content when left on my own. (it just takes less to content my heart than it does others.) However, there has to be a, "Shaina, come with me out to the garden and help me weed. Stay until we're done." Otherwise, my conscience goes AWOL. I do not like to garden. Period.
However I love food from a garden. Vegetables and fruits do not get any better than when they have been raised and groomed carefully by the hands of an experienced gardener.
Hypocritical? Maybe. Irrational? Yes. Lazy? Most definitely.
But I still don't like to garden.