Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Oh garden my garden

I have been meaning to talk more about my garden, but it's difficult because it's always a tiny bit heartbreaking, even when it's going well. Maybe tending a garden is a glimpse into childrearing - even while one thing is thriving, another is inexplicably wilting.

Case in point: I have four tomato plants, different varieties, placed in different areas of the garden. The yellow pear is going absolutely bananas - it's a bush. The other three, however, are not doing so well. The early girl is ok, but seems to faint every few days, regardless of where I place it. The (supposedly) fog-loving variety hasn't grown a bit, and the new sun gold plant seems positively ill.

It's hard not to take these failures personally. First of all, it seems a judgment on my choice to live in a foggy place. You thought living in California would make it easy to grow us, my plants are saying, But you were sooooo naive. (They say this in a 13 year old girl voice.) It's also a judgment on my ability to care for living things, especially in light of my heavily Prozac'd and allergy pill'd cat. And finally, it's a judgment on my youth, my lack of experience. There are things, the plants are saying, That you can't look up on the internet, little one - some things you've just got to try for yourself.

But each plant is at least two dollars! At this point it would be cheaper to just buy the damn tomatoes!

They're coming, the bushy plant says. The tomatoes are coming, don't you see all these yellow flowers, and these tiny green fruits? They're coming. Just wait.

Pish tosh

Erin is quoted in the New York Times! Dang it, that's awesome. The downside is that it's another damn article about rape jokes, but at least she slipped some mention of feminism in there.

I don't want to get too into it because it makes me angry, but my (brief) statement on the whole thing is that the dude isn't funny, and what he said to the chick in the audience wasn't really a joke - it was closer to a threat, a creepy power play, and dumb. If someone said that to me, both Mike and I would rush the stage and punch them. And there you have it.

Monday, July 16, 2012

Back in action

I have been a busy lady, and as such have neglected my blogstuffs. My excuses: a leisureful vacation filled with swimming and smores, a dance party wedding, and my birthday celebration(s). A few selections:

First we went to Pennsylvania, to my parents'. We hung out on the Delaware.
And did some rope swinging.
Then we drove to upstate NY to see Mike's family. He got to do this:

And see that red roof? That's where we stayed, the old inn that his uncles own.

Then we drove to Boston and ate and drank and made merry.

When we got back it was my birthday, and we rented this beauty, with its interior bar with 6 nanobrews on tap. (Photos stolen from friends because I was too overstimulated to take any decent ones.)
 It's been a pretty sweet couple of weeks.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Happy birthday(ish) to me

Tonight is my birthday party! We rented the Brewtruc and are going to pack it full of wonderful people. I'm super excited.

Plan for next year: this giant banana split.