Jun 29, 2004 09:01
this morning i was out pulling weeds. it was gray, misty, and i could hear thunder off somewhere. if my car didn't leak, rainstorms would be nothing shy of euphoria. now i have a marginally uncomfortable amount of dirt under my nails that i wont clean out. but i was just sitting there pulling and picking at the intruders [i got a little out of hand; had to go inside before i started pulling up the actual flowers and shrubs] thinking and distressing more and more over greed and the effects of. [last night i went to a public meeting to hear the Lake Parks FiveYear Development Plan]
if anyone needs someone to pull weeds, i'd volunteer.