Cthulhu cthursday
It's been a while, not a whole lot of note to report.
I've been doing some minor mods to the MINI in prep for the Tail Of The Dragon run next month. New SSR Type C-RS wheels, the previous tires, some adjusting and tuning, new Optima battery and an armrest so far. Still awaiting a replacement rim for the Strat, which has been on back order since early last month. Seeing my luck with rims and tires havent been that great, I will be buying a spare rim for each car to have on hand. Sure, this will make it such that I'll never use the wheels and they will only cost me a bunch of money, but that's what insurance is like, no?
I've been pretty busy. With the (sluggish) arrival of Spring, my attention has to turn now to outdoor projects, house fixing and yardwark. The yardwork, though, is heartbreaking. Tulips, daffodils, narcissus and a bunch of other spring flowers are popping up all over. It's a beautiful sight, but this time I stare at it all and start crying. All these flowers, mostly planted by Mom over the years have marked that time over and over where Mom would get out in the yard with the excitement of doing that which she loved. All the plants seemingly responded accordingly. Cheerful colors, intoxicating scents, beauty everywhere. This year the flowers have come up in anticipation of their keeper's care only to find nothing. I feel like whatever green thumb I had is now amputated and I dont know what to do. The stuff is not rocket science. It's like I am intruding in a place that I dont belong. I'm becoming overwhelmed with feeling lost and alone once again and there is no escaping it.
I will have to try my best at carrying on the horticultural traditions around here.
The house and garage need new roofs this year come Cthulhu or high water. The sunroom gets finished, new downstairs door gets put in, and a new water heater. And LOTS of cleaning and purging of 'stuff' and junk.
This year is one for some fun stuff too. On tap are three weekends at Hillside, Bear Week in Provincetown and Rush at the Nissan Pavilion on June 29. Hopefully there will be more such things. These happenings are key to getting on with my life. Mom was insistent in that respect.
Well, I've rambled on enough for one night. Cheers.
I've been doing some minor mods to the MINI in prep for the Tail Of The Dragon run next month. New SSR Type C-RS wheels, the previous tires, some adjusting and tuning, new Optima battery and an armrest so far. Still awaiting a replacement rim for the Strat, which has been on back order since early last month. Seeing my luck with rims and tires havent been that great, I will be buying a spare rim for each car to have on hand. Sure, this will make it such that I'll never use the wheels and they will only cost me a bunch of money, but that's what insurance is like, no?
I've been pretty busy. With the (sluggish) arrival of Spring, my attention has to turn now to outdoor projects, house fixing and yardwark. The yardwork, though, is heartbreaking. Tulips, daffodils, narcissus and a bunch of other spring flowers are popping up all over. It's a beautiful sight, but this time I stare at it all and start crying. All these flowers, mostly planted by Mom over the years have marked that time over and over where Mom would get out in the yard with the excitement of doing that which she loved. All the plants seemingly responded accordingly. Cheerful colors, intoxicating scents, beauty everywhere. This year the flowers have come up in anticipation of their keeper's care only to find nothing. I feel like whatever green thumb I had is now amputated and I dont know what to do. The stuff is not rocket science. It's like I am intruding in a place that I dont belong. I'm becoming overwhelmed with feeling lost and alone once again and there is no escaping it.
I will have to try my best at carrying on the horticultural traditions around here.
The house and garage need new roofs this year come Cthulhu or high water. The sunroom gets finished, new downstairs door gets put in, and a new water heater. And LOTS of cleaning and purging of 'stuff' and junk.
This year is one for some fun stuff too. On tap are three weekends at Hillside, Bear Week in Provincetown and Rush at the Nissan Pavilion on June 29. Hopefully there will be more such things. These happenings are key to getting on with my life. Mom was insistent in that respect.
Well, I've rambled on enough for one night. Cheers.