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It started raining again. It was beautiful and sunny yesterday - like a
late spring day. I took advantage of the sun and I sorted through the
pots on the front steps, tearing out dead plants, picking through the soil
to shake dirt from the root systems so I could reuse the potting soil. I
planted a yellow and a red rancula and a grape hyacyinth I bought at the
nursery on Friday. I also brought out the bulbs I've been chilling in the
'fridge since October and finally got them planted in some soil. I
planted the blue tulips with the yellow daffodils and the red tulips with
some blue hyacinth. I think the white and blue fresia I planted back in
October are just about to bloom; the dutch iris, which are planted in the
same container as the fresia, show no signs of blooming, but are nice and
leafy - hopefully they'll show their faces in March or April. I'm increasingly dissatisfied with what I'm doing with my life. I think travel is an answer, and it's probably the one I'll go with soonish. I've got some sort of fear built up around travelling - I mean, it is a risk to take up your roots and start living out of a pack in a foreign country. Yes, I'm considering packing up my stuff and renting a storage space for 6 months to a year. The scary part is coming back to no house and garden, no job... Holly was smart to travel so soon after college, without moving far away from Mom's house and the free storage. I've made things harder on myself, moving out here, but then I never expected it to be easy. To be honest, I can't remember exactly what I expected, but I'm pretty sure I knew it would never be easy. My roommates have been watching the muppets a lot lately. Sam Eagle was reading a fable about the ant and the grasshopper. He proudly noted the ant's toil all summer long, how he prepared for the winter by storing food. He was shocked by the grasshopper's joy of life and his lack of fear about the coming winter. The winter comes and the grasshopper drives to Florida in his convertible and the ant gets stepped on. I know I've got a good job, with a good retirement plan and benefits and nice people to work with, but I don't want to get stepped on before I get a chance to enjoy the fruits of my labor. That's reasonable, right? I'll only be young once, and as far as I know, this is the only life I've got to live the way I want to; I can't let myself stagnate with a narrow version of what I "should" do...right? | ||
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