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I suppose a full year is enough of a break; not that I had intended to stop. But I was searching here for some poetry I had posted, and realized that I had actually been keeping an almost legitimate journal; the stories from 3030 I thought gone forever aren't all lost!
I don't think I can relate all the tales of the past 15 months. I may in time, but not now.
Yesterday was my mother's 70th. My parents and I have been on the outs since I acted exceedingly badly on my birthday during Oktoberfest on South St. I first visited by convincing an artist friend to eat there after buying jewelry rocks. Great joint. So-so Oktoberfest; I still prefer the one in DE. But since dad has been getting his guts reconstructed because of diverticulitis, and mom and I have been e-mailing. Seemed a good way to at least begin re-establishing out relationship.
Since dad has been largely immobilized by doctors orders, the garden box is empty, the yard keepers sliced all the words right off. The three blueberries still stand. The folk's two fig trees seem to have gone away.
The Japanese Maple I transplanted near six years back is going strong, even though it strikes me as a tad small. Another tree, which might be a mulberry, has surprised my mom by sprouting this spring. And I had forgotten replacing last year the worm-ridden walnut with an oak, which also sprouted new growth a few weeks back.
Together with the three gardens back home I am involved with tending, this has been a very green spring; nice turnaround from the white winter. Hopefully the great bulk of veggies I've been playing with will survive.
All in all a nice weekend with family.
I suppose a full year is enough of a break; not that I had intended to stop. But I was searching here for some poetry I had posted, and realized that I had actually been keeping an almost legitimate journal; the stories from 3030 I thought gone forever aren't all lost!
I don't think I can relate all the tales of the past 15 months. I may in time, but not now.
Yesterday was my mother's 70th. My parents and I have been on the outs since I acted exceedingly badly on my birthday during Oktoberfest on South St. I first visited by convincing an artist friend to eat there after buying jewelry rocks. Great joint. So-so Oktoberfest; I still prefer the one in DE. But since dad has been getting his guts reconstructed because of diverticulitis, and mom and I have been e-mailing. Seemed a good way to at least begin re-establishing out relationship.
Since dad has been largely immobilized by doctors orders, the garden box is empty, the yard keepers sliced all the words right off. The three blueberries still stand. The folk's two fig trees seem to have gone away.
The Japanese Maple I transplanted near six years back is going strong, even though it strikes me as a tad small. Another tree, which might be a mulberry, has surprised my mom by sprouting this spring. And I had forgotten replacing last year the worm-ridden walnut with an oak, which also sprouted new growth a few weeks back.
Together with the three gardens back home I am involved with tending, this has been a very green spring; nice turnaround from the white winter. Hopefully the great bulk of veggies I've been playing with will survive.
All in all a nice weekend with family.