sorry, is there a world out here?
Been mostly buried in nonproductive habits for the last few days. Lots of good intentions paving my particular road, but where it leads is nowhere healthy.
Had my super-duper apocalypse moment on Sunday when Mom and I watched Children of Men. Talk about bloodbaths. Great flick, though. I mean, wow. Totally skewers your gut and doesn't let go. I was on the edge of my seat for a while there. I was Super Girl on Saturday, helping Dad clear the overgrowth around the house. We laid siege to Sleeping Beauty's castle, eventually slaying most of the (really, really vicious) rosebush, then took down a bunch of out of control junk trees. Dad chainsawed, I cleared to the curb.
We discovered an excellent creepy-crawly colony of snails living under one of the shrubs that was being choked out by some kind of blooming ivy. I spent some time observing the snails, as their movement patterns are totally fascinating in a hypnotic sort of way.
I didn't take any photos. Haven't even turned my camera on in days, which is a shame. Maybe later this week.
I have to break out of some of my funk by tomorrow, though, because I'm going to a meeting of the Vassar Club of Houston (such as it is). And then next week starts the month's round of Meet-ups. Time to turn off the mindless reading (at least part of the time) and get some things done.
Had my super-duper apocalypse moment on Sunday when Mom and I watched Children of Men. Talk about bloodbaths. Great flick, though. I mean, wow. Totally skewers your gut and doesn't let go. I was on the edge of my seat for a while there. I was Super Girl on Saturday, helping Dad clear the overgrowth around the house. We laid siege to Sleeping Beauty's castle, eventually slaying most of the (really, really vicious) rosebush, then took down a bunch of out of control junk trees. Dad chainsawed, I cleared to the curb.
We discovered an excellent creepy-crawly colony of snails living under one of the shrubs that was being choked out by some kind of blooming ivy. I spent some time observing the snails, as their movement patterns are totally fascinating in a hypnotic sort of way.
I didn't take any photos. Haven't even turned my camera on in days, which is a shame. Maybe later this week.
I have to break out of some of my funk by tomorrow, though, because I'm going to a meeting of the Vassar Club of Houston (such as it is). And then next week starts the month's round of Meet-ups. Time to turn off the mindless reading (at least part of the time) and get some things done.