Staring out the bars of my psuedo-corporate prison
Ever since I started my greywatering with shower water system my veggie garden has become greener and more proliferent than ever. In my planter box I've even had seeds germinate that i can't even clearly remember planting (i.e. about a year ago). So I've come to the conclusion that my previously low germination rate may have had something to do with lack of water and lack of patience.
The only problem I have now is having too much water. I could probably cover four times the amount of area with the greywater I've got just from the shower and still have everything bright green. This means I most likely need to do some more planting. But since I'm moving in less than 2 months, I don't feel entirely inspired. I know that the logical choice would be more planter boxes or pot plants, but there's something about being in the real ground that's a lot more satisfying.
Continuing my cooking thread, my dinner of antipasto, chicken souvlaki and spanakopita that I made on Wednesday night was pretty nice. I cooked the spanakopita without ricotta (fetta only, which is better for me) and it still turned out scrumptious. I think my housemates struggled a little though, especially Lachlan who ate one piece of the very mild souvlaki chicken, screwed up his face, then handed me the left-over skewer. From anyone else I'd take that as a sign that my cooking wasn't good, but I've learnt different over the past year and a half.
Maybe it's what I cooked, but more weird dreams ensued. I dreamt that I had moved to Melbourne and had joined a performing jazz band playing double bass. But I felt really stressed because I wasn't as good as the rest of the band. And my friend Johanna was an awesome jazz dancer. She's the only reason I stayed there as long as I did. At the end of the dream I moved back to Brisbane in the tradition of I failed. I could read into that dream superficially, but I'm hoping there's some deeper meaning.
Once again I'm at work early. This may look dedicated, but it's actually an externalisation of my extreme lack of motivation at the moment. The only reason I'm in early is so I can leave early. I think it's because of summer and feeling trapped into working in what's my favourite time of the year. I've had a tradition of working part-time only over summer in my recent years, which has been absolutely blissful, but this year's set to be a little different.
I'm also feeling a little trapped by habit and social circumstance. Why can't we just all do things a little differently for a change (and actually have more fun / productivity in the process). At least now I know my feelings, I can go about changing things.
The only problem I have now is having too much water. I could probably cover four times the amount of area with the greywater I've got just from the shower and still have everything bright green. This means I most likely need to do some more planting. But since I'm moving in less than 2 months, I don't feel entirely inspired. I know that the logical choice would be more planter boxes or pot plants, but there's something about being in the real ground that's a lot more satisfying.
Continuing my cooking thread, my dinner of antipasto, chicken souvlaki and spanakopita that I made on Wednesday night was pretty nice. I cooked the spanakopita without ricotta (fetta only, which is better for me) and it still turned out scrumptious. I think my housemates struggled a little though, especially Lachlan who ate one piece of the very mild souvlaki chicken, screwed up his face, then handed me the left-over skewer. From anyone else I'd take that as a sign that my cooking wasn't good, but I've learnt different over the past year and a half.
Maybe it's what I cooked, but more weird dreams ensued. I dreamt that I had moved to Melbourne and had joined a performing jazz band playing double bass. But I felt really stressed because I wasn't as good as the rest of the band. And my friend Johanna was an awesome jazz dancer. She's the only reason I stayed there as long as I did. At the end of the dream I moved back to Brisbane in the tradition of I failed. I could read into that dream superficially, but I'm hoping there's some deeper meaning.
Once again I'm at work early. This may look dedicated, but it's actually an externalisation of my extreme lack of motivation at the moment. The only reason I'm in early is so I can leave early. I think it's because of summer and feeling trapped into working in what's my favourite time of the year. I've had a tradition of working part-time only over summer in my recent years, which has been absolutely blissful, but this year's set to be a little different.
I'm also feeling a little trapped by habit and social circumstance. Why can't we just all do things a little differently for a change (and actually have more fun / productivity in the process). At least now I know my feelings, I can go about changing things.