This is a photo of my lunch today. The lettuce and radish were fresh from my garden, picked no more than 15 minutes before consumption. The carrots were from the grocery store, because my carrots need about another 40 days in the ground. It’s OK, they are coming along nicely. My salad was delicious, by the way.
On Facebook, people post all sorts of food porn. Not only food that they’ve ordered in a restaurant, but also recipes that show delectable (decadent?) deserts. I don’t often take pictures of food I’m going to eat, but sometimes I take photos of something I’ve just baked that turned out well. It never looks as good in the photo as it does in real life. I suppose that’s true with most things...although with picture editing, we can enhance the appearance of some things (better than real life). I don’t edit photos, but perhaps it would be a useful skill.
I planted flowers in pots yesterday. I enjoy doing that. In my imagination, the little plants are thanking me for freeing them from the tight plastic tubs they are trapped in when they are sold at the nursery. Their roots will have space to grow, and their leaves will have room to spread out and breathe. In my imagination it’s all good, but there’s a nagging worry in my mind that they might not be pleased with their new environment. Like, maybe they know they need more sun and space for optimum health than what I’ve provided or planned for. They’re thinking, what the hell? Do you expect me to bloom here? We will see...perhaps they are more grateful than I’ve given them credit for. Perhaps humans are much more critical than plants (and other animals).
Emily moved out of her college apartment and has added all sorts of new clutter for me to deal with. Most of it is now stacked in the basement...as if the basement needed more crap. She will be taking it when she moves out again, in two or three years. We will manage. It is hard to deal with because Someone tends to be a hoarder. My tendency is to be a minimalist. Like, I don’t like lots of knick-knacks and stuff collecting dust. I detest junk mail and magazines laying around. My preference is to keep important papers filed. I hate small kitchen appliances that set around on the counter tops. Also, I hate to have more supplies on hand than we can use in a three-month period.
Someone stockpiles (aka - hoards). I’m pretty sure we will never have to buy another light bulb in my lifetime. When LED bulbs first came out, they were expensive. We only had a few, but as soon as the price dropped, Someone went nuts. I had to remind him SEVERAL TIMES to please not buy any more lightbulbs. We have an entire shelf in the closet devoted to lightbulbs. We also currently have a paper towel collection, air freshener collection, laundry soap collection, and a peanut butter collection. We probably will not need to buy any of these for at least 18 months. It’s nice to not run out, but it’s a lot of stuff in the house. Someone likes to shop, especially when he can find a good deal.
So, the real reason this blog post is happening tonight is that there is something important that needs doing, but I don’t want to do it. Don’t misunderstand; I want it done in the worst way. I’ve been putting it off for MONTHS now. MONTHS! And look at the time. I will post this and go straight to bed so that I can get an early start on this important thing tomorrow.