Wandering this house like I never wanted out, and this is about as social as I get now
By no stretch of the imagination am I suited for gardening.
- Gardening involves mud. I don't really do mud. I mean, I'm fine with it when it's on the ground and all, but to then have to stick my hands in it? Sure, it comes off, after 2 washes with antibacterial soap, exfoliation, and another wash with moisterizing soap, but ew. Plus it chipped my nailpolish, and is under my fingernails, and is just generally gross and unpleasant.
- I inevitably end up with splinters. Always in my right hand, so I can't get them out myself, and have to wait for some kind person with a tweezers to rescue me.
- I'm scared of bees. Petrified of wasps. And where do bees and wasps hang out? Why, in the garden of course. I put on my Ipod, so I couldn't hear any buzzing and freak out, but it's awfully hard to concentrate on the task at hand when you're busy convincing yourself not to be frightened.
- All that yanking of weeds works muscles I don't usually work (back and shoulders) and for good reason: it hurts! Obviously these are not areas I'm meant to exercise.
Definitely the most unpleasant morning I've had in a while, not least of all because it's the first time I've been awake in the morning in a while.
Weeding is even worse than camping, I've decided. I'm glad I'm not responsible for any lawn maintenance at my new place. I'm too high maintenance for this shit.
- Gardening involves mud. I don't really do mud. I mean, I'm fine with it when it's on the ground and all, but to then have to stick my hands in it? Sure, it comes off, after 2 washes with antibacterial soap, exfoliation, and another wash with moisterizing soap, but ew. Plus it chipped my nailpolish, and is under my fingernails, and is just generally gross and unpleasant.
- I inevitably end up with splinters. Always in my right hand, so I can't get them out myself, and have to wait for some kind person with a tweezers to rescue me.
- I'm scared of bees. Petrified of wasps. And where do bees and wasps hang out? Why, in the garden of course. I put on my Ipod, so I couldn't hear any buzzing and freak out, but it's awfully hard to concentrate on the task at hand when you're busy convincing yourself not to be frightened.
- All that yanking of weeds works muscles I don't usually work (back and shoulders) and for good reason: it hurts! Obviously these are not areas I'm meant to exercise.
Definitely the most unpleasant morning I've had in a while, not least of all because it's the first time I've been awake in the morning in a while.
Weeding is even worse than camping, I've decided. I'm glad I'm not responsible for any lawn maintenance at my new place. I'm too high maintenance for this shit.