You know how the longer it is you go with out calling an old friend, the longer the conversation is going to be, which puts off the call further? Helllllllo blog. So where to begin, old friend?
My basement: turns out it's not sewage, might not even be a foundation problem. Might be Roto Rooter are just this side of "professional plumbers."
What I've been doing: remember how I've said I can only really deal with one creative outlet at a time? Well I am a full fledged gardener (maybe.) I've transplanted (!!!!) a bush, I'm planting so many perennials I could have a mini nursery (not true). I've been weeding, watering, planting, Miracle growing, planting, planting. Weeding. I super puffy fluffy heart gardening. I'm already bracing myself for the loss I'll have to endure during the winter. Unfortch, once I take the winter break from it, come next spring I'll have no idea what the h I got myself into. Maybe not, we'll see. Carpe diem.
For a while I really felt like I had nothing much to say that was anything less than a Jewel song from her Spirit album. I was consumed in serious thought full of angst about the world we live in and what will become of me and who? who? is it that I love so much who will die first? Was that a run on sentence? sorry. Orange you glad I didn't blog these past couple weeks? I was pretty much zero fun. I completely delighted in my dread because it was a feeling of hopelessness it was just something to think about.
I totally have to get some pics up on this drab blog. I'll take some of my garden. And maybe the big pile of carpet that we ripped up from our basement before we found out it wasn't sewage. Maybe I'll tell you what I've been buying these days. (recovery of a somber mood = retail therapy.)
this makes me happy sad. watch it. happy sad as in why did i eat all those cookies last night.