FernFrond of Bliss
May. 17th, 2018 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoMy original idea for this day was that I'd wake up all cheery and full of pep and do all the things and make up for spending so much time doing things I didn't want to do this week. Unfortunately I woke up in a vile mood and didn't want to do anything. At some point during the night, I was dreaming about working hard to do something or other for people, and woke up with the final words of the dream still sounding in my head. And they were as follows: "I'm going to run out of ways of saving you!"
I did take a few minutes to go out and plant some peas. The soil smelled so good. It was moist from rain and warm with the sun. I poked my pea seeds into the ground. I hope they'll come up, but I'm not sanguine. There are a lot of critters who would think of them as a tasty snack. Last night on our walk, the Sparrowhawk and I saw a skunk skulking through the twilight. It was surprisingly sleek and graceful. I was going to plant beans as well, but then I had another idea for making a tripod to support them. So I put it off. Probably a bad decision.
The Sparrowhawk achieved the one big accomplishment of the day. He dug a hole and planted the lilac. It looks so hopeful and gallant in its little mound of dirt. I hope it will have a long and happy life. I did a little weeding while he was digging, but was interrupted by my mother calling back. She was having a lot of trouble hearing me, and I was SHOUTING. I suddenly realized I was outside and the whole neighborhood could probably hear me yelling. "NO--I SAID I TALKED. TO. SEAN." So I dashed back inside and had a long conversation about her boyfriend and the perfidious behavior of her fellow inmates--neither of these being a favorite topic of mine.
I'm in the kind of mood where, if I met the Buddha on the road, I'd yell FUCK OFF at him. Internal weather report: Cloudy, with a chance of meatballs. Chance of enlightenment today: slim to none.
I did take a few minutes to go out and plant some peas. The soil smelled so good. It was moist from rain and warm with the sun. I poked my pea seeds into the ground. I hope they'll come up, but I'm not sanguine. There are a lot of critters who would think of them as a tasty snack. Last night on our walk, the Sparrowhawk and I saw a skunk skulking through the twilight. It was surprisingly sleek and graceful. I was going to plant beans as well, but then I had another idea for making a tripod to support them. So I put it off. Probably a bad decision.
The Sparrowhawk achieved the one big accomplishment of the day. He dug a hole and planted the lilac. It looks so hopeful and gallant in its little mound of dirt. I hope it will have a long and happy life. I did a little weeding while he was digging, but was interrupted by my mother calling back. She was having a lot of trouble hearing me, and I was SHOUTING. I suddenly realized I was outside and the whole neighborhood could probably hear me yelling. "NO--I SAID I TALKED. TO. SEAN." So I dashed back inside and had a long conversation about her boyfriend and the perfidious behavior of her fellow inmates--neither of these being a favorite topic of mine.
I'm in the kind of mood where, if I met the Buddha on the road, I'd yell FUCK OFF at him. Internal weather report: Cloudy, with a chance of meatballs. Chance of enlightenment today: slim to none.
if you meet the buddha on the road
Date: 2018-05-18 08:08 am (UTC)isn't that how it goes? seems to me you're getting warmer.
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Date: 2018-05-18 01:01 pm (UTC)