More Blatherings
Today I watered my plants. It was all sunny and hot. I heard drippy noises on the leaves of the trees and thought I was nutty--surely it was just the runoff from my plants dripping on the ground. Then I looked across the street and realized it was totally sunny but raining. I got in my car to go to the coffeeshop, and it started pouring when I arrived, sun shining the whole while. I got out of the coffeeshop and went to work, it was cloudy and dumping buckets. Not a half hour later it was sunny again. So weird.
I read the new Harry Potter book. I liked it. Part of it made me very sad. And I'm left with the yearning to get to the next one RIGHT NOW. Much in the same way that I yearn for Serenity. I wanna know what's happening. I miss my favourite characters, and even the ones I don't really like. I hate liking something this much when I know it's going to end. Bleh. I'm so fifteen years old.
I haven't worked on my dress since last week. I'm hoping to do some work in the evenings this week, and then rock out on it Saturday and some of Sunday. I'm getting a bit nervous about getting it done, though. And what if I don't like it? Then I'll have tons of six foot lengths of fire coloured chiffon and georgette. What use is that when I need something good to wear? I suppose this means that I should be working on it right now, but I'm lazy.
My tomato plants are making a few flowers, but no fruit. And their bottom leaves are turning yellow. I don't know why and it makes me sad. But my cayennes are producing quite prolifically. And damn! are those bad boys hot. The big ones are starting to ripen, and I'm nervous about eating them. What am I going to put gigantic hot peppers in? I don't know. But I have enough peppers that I don't think I'll feel too guilty if I only use half of one and throw the rest of it away. My basil was tasty in a caprese salad tonight, though. Yum.
I read the new Harry Potter book. I liked it. Part of it made me very sad. And I'm left with the yearning to get to the next one RIGHT NOW. Much in the same way that I yearn for Serenity. I wanna know what's happening. I miss my favourite characters, and even the ones I don't really like. I hate liking something this much when I know it's going to end. Bleh. I'm so fifteen years old.
I haven't worked on my dress since last week. I'm hoping to do some work in the evenings this week, and then rock out on it Saturday and some of Sunday. I'm getting a bit nervous about getting it done, though. And what if I don't like it? Then I'll have tons of six foot lengths of fire coloured chiffon and georgette. What use is that when I need something good to wear? I suppose this means that I should be working on it right now, but I'm lazy.
My tomato plants are making a few flowers, but no fruit. And their bottom leaves are turning yellow. I don't know why and it makes me sad. But my cayennes are producing quite prolifically. And damn! are those bad boys hot. The big ones are starting to ripen, and I'm nervous about eating them. What am I going to put gigantic hot peppers in? I don't know. But I have enough peppers that I don't think I'll feel too guilty if I only use half of one and throw the rest of it away. My basil was tasty in a caprese salad tonight, though. Yum.