Copepod of Zenith

[ismo]

There were good things and bad things about the weekend. However, I came home feeling as if I'd been run over by a truck. Today was not the happy day of recuperation that I'd foolishly anticipated. Nope. I guess it just doesn't work that way. Did not exercise because it was too flipping hot. Although a better, stronger soul than I might have done so anyway. All over The Village, young, well-to-do people are bounding about the streets in 90+ weather, wearing spandex outfits, or in some cases, very abbreviated shorts, expensive earbuds, fancy shoes, and no shirt--but here on the outskirts of civilization, there is one very cranky hermit lurking inside with the AC and screw physical fitness. I look out the window and observe with interest my neighbors across the street. They're young, and they're always coming and going with bicycle racks or canoes, or hauling landscaping plants and mulch and improving their property. Today, they backed their car out of the garage (which by the way is very clean and tidy, not like mine) and unloaded a shiny, new, red bicycle built for two, and rode it up and down the street, and then put it away in the garage and drove their car back in. "Why didn't I ever do that stuff when I was their age?" I complained. "You were busy just surviving," the Sparrowhawk replied, not incorrectly.

I had a terrifying and sad dream and only slept for six hours. I didn't clean anything or put anything away. I spent a lot of time ruminating and doing absolutely everything that is counterproductive. Well, not quite. I only did counterproductive things that you can do in your own head--not the kind that involve getting stoned out of your mind and deciding now is a good time to see if you can really push the needle on the speedometer all the way up to eleventy.

I'm trying really hard to think of something good that I did today. All I can come up with is that I went out and watered my garden so it wouldn't die in the heat. I discovered two striped green squash under the now-massive leaves of the squash plant. I can't say they're zucchini, exactly, because they came from plants that were from a random mixed group of summer squash, so I don't know their name. But they're something zucchini-like. I found them while they were still tender, and we had them in a salad with some radishes and baby arugula that I also found in the garden. It was fresh and tasty. So at least I can say I harvested SOMETHING this year. My favorite house plants, however, seem to be dying, even though I watered them faithfully. The glass is definitely half empty today, and I regard what it is left in it with suspicion. This is horribly ungrateful of me, but there it is. WHO PUT THIS GLASS HERE! DO NOT WANT!

Comments

i hear you

[siriosa]

sucks to be out of coping-spoons and have to deal with shit *anyway*.

yes.

[oracne]

Mutant Squash!!!