Whilst I've happily lived without cable and/or a microwave in the past, I seem pretty reliant upon the toaster. So much so, as a matter of fact, that I've started to wonder why there is no "pop tart" setting. After all, many modern toasters have settings to discern between a piece of toast and a bagel. Perhaps the Bat's model is just a bit too old fashioned? I don't know but I do know that I've taken to having a pop tart as an evening treat lately.
And what else have I been doing? Boring as usual. I placed wet newspaper and cardboard down on my above-bed garden before stooping over to place soil on top. Honest to god, I basically spent maybe two hours bent over scooping and throwing dirt but woke up the next day with so much pain my back muscles that you'd think I'd gone spelunking. OK, I don't really know what spelunking is but it sounds like something that would hurt my back. I've decided I need to either be ten years younger or in some version of good physical shape pretty soon if I am going to continue with these fun, out of doors activities. Mine is going to be a boring, run of the mill, flower garden with cosmos and zinnias. Nothing as exciting as the Bat's greenhouse, which will house his hydroponic strawberries and the seedlings for my flowers and cilantro.
The greenhouse is taking shape all of a sudden; the Bat's dad came on Saturday morning to set up the electrical portion and the Bat's brother came on Sunday to help set up the PVC pipes and install some insulation. Before long, a liner the Bat ordered will arrive and he'll start the second version of his former pound. It is going to be - and is at present - a nice spot to sit at night, roofed and housed in, as we sip our drinks, smoke our cigarettes, and listen to the radio. I sat in there for some hours this afternoon just reading and enjoying the nice weather. We sat there on Saturday evening as the rain pattered against the plastic roof and just enjoyed the calm.
I need about 12 more cubic feet of garden soil before I can even begin planting anything. I bought six feet worth today and, with the Bat's help, spread it over my garden. I was on PTO and spent my day somewhat productively. I read and entire book (one that I've read before), went to Target for a few items and applied for a Target card, and bought soil. I also had my first psychiatric appointment in almost ten years. It was awkward and I didn't like it and I cried when he suggested changing my meds because OH MY GOD WHAT IF THE CRAZY COMES BACK????? But he prescribed me my meds and will probably continue to do so although I may have to go every freaking month. Seriously, I do not know what is wrong with Texas. My Delaware GP and Ohio GP were both fine prescribing me my bipolar medications without any wringing of hands other to say "I'll prescribe this for you but if you want to make a change, you'll have to see a psychiatrist." Here the various doctors I've seen have all but freaked out and said from the word go that they will not manage my bipolar. People make fun of psychiatrists but apparently the medical community views them as gods.
But I have my prescriptions and my temporary Target card and tomorrow I'll go back to work and suffer the culture shock that is not living at leisure. And right now I have a pop tart to eat so things can't be that bad, can they.
And what else have I been doing? Boring as usual. I placed wet newspaper and cardboard down on my above-bed garden before stooping over to place soil on top. Honest to god, I basically spent maybe two hours bent over scooping and throwing dirt but woke up the next day with so much pain my back muscles that you'd think I'd gone spelunking. OK, I don't really know what spelunking is but it sounds like something that would hurt my back. I've decided I need to either be ten years younger or in some version of good physical shape pretty soon if I am going to continue with these fun, out of doors activities. Mine is going to be a boring, run of the mill, flower garden with cosmos and zinnias. Nothing as exciting as the Bat's greenhouse, which will house his hydroponic strawberries and the seedlings for my flowers and cilantro.
The greenhouse is taking shape all of a sudden; the Bat's dad came on Saturday morning to set up the electrical portion and the Bat's brother came on Sunday to help set up the PVC pipes and install some insulation. Before long, a liner the Bat ordered will arrive and he'll start the second version of his former pound. It is going to be - and is at present - a nice spot to sit at night, roofed and housed in, as we sip our drinks, smoke our cigarettes, and listen to the radio. I sat in there for some hours this afternoon just reading and enjoying the nice weather. We sat there on Saturday evening as the rain pattered against the plastic roof and just enjoyed the calm.
I need about 12 more cubic feet of garden soil before I can even begin planting anything. I bought six feet worth today and, with the Bat's help, spread it over my garden. I was on PTO and spent my day somewhat productively. I read and entire book (one that I've read before), went to Target for a few items and applied for a Target card, and bought soil. I also had my first psychiatric appointment in almost ten years. It was awkward and I didn't like it and I cried when he suggested changing my meds because OH MY GOD WHAT IF THE CRAZY COMES BACK????? But he prescribed me my meds and will probably continue to do so although I may have to go every freaking month. Seriously, I do not know what is wrong with Texas. My Delaware GP and Ohio GP were both fine prescribing me my bipolar medications without any wringing of hands other to say "I'll prescribe this for you but if you want to make a change, you'll have to see a psychiatrist." Here the various doctors I've seen have all but freaked out and said from the word go that they will not manage my bipolar. People make fun of psychiatrists but apparently the medical community views them as gods.
But I have my prescriptions and my temporary Target card and tomorrow I'll go back to work and suffer the culture shock that is not living at leisure. And right now I have a pop tart to eat so things can't be that bad, can they.
Your greenhouse evenings sound wonderful. I want to come visit. Think the Bat would serve us wine and cheese n crackers?
ReplyDeleteMost definitely. He'd probably go all out and provide us with a selection of cheeses.
DeleteI like this guy.
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