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alonewiththemoonFor a few weeks, a vine has been growing around the corner of the front yard, up the side of the house and around the corner to the electric meters. Ordinarily I rip anything that I didn't plant out of the garden, but this wasn't in the way of anything else, and the greenery looked nice against the house walls.
Then this morning--big blue morning glories everywhere! I exclaimed out loud when I saw them. I'm very glad I left the plant well enough alone. Lesson reinforced: give the unknown the benefit of the doubt.
Crabgrass, on the other hand, is a known element, and must be ripped out one of these days when I have some extra time. I meant to do some weeding yesterday, but dance practice plus a trip to Trader Joe's plus being just a teensy bit hungover resulted in very low energy levels. No weeding will happen tonight, either, as I must practice more and I am already very tired, having slept wretchedly and dreamed about having to move, sad rabbits, being a fugitive, and other traumatic and threatening things. I successfully managed to not remember during the day itself that yesterday was the date of my first wedding, but I guess some part of my brain was aware of it and wanted my consciousness to share the angst. Grrr. My first wedding was stupid; my second wedding was wonderful. I'd like to pretend that the first one never happened, but I suppose that's the thing about the past, you can't really rewrite it, not if you're honest with yourself.
From weeding to wedding. Funny how the mind works.
Then this morning--big blue morning glories everywhere! I exclaimed out loud when I saw them. I'm very glad I left the plant well enough alone. Lesson reinforced: give the unknown the benefit of the doubt.
Crabgrass, on the other hand, is a known element, and must be ripped out one of these days when I have some extra time. I meant to do some weeding yesterday, but dance practice plus a trip to Trader Joe's plus being just a teensy bit hungover resulted in very low energy levels. No weeding will happen tonight, either, as I must practice more and I am already very tired, having slept wretchedly and dreamed about having to move, sad rabbits, being a fugitive, and other traumatic and threatening things. I successfully managed to not remember during the day itself that yesterday was the date of my first wedding, but I guess some part of my brain was aware of it and wanted my consciousness to share the angst. Grrr. My first wedding was stupid; my second wedding was wonderful. I'd like to pretend that the first one never happened, but I suppose that's the thing about the past, you can't really rewrite it, not if you're honest with yourself.
From weeding to wedding. Funny how the mind works.
