Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Thank God this week/month is over. I heard earlier this month that Mercury was in retrograde. I didn’t know what it meant then. I do now. I’m looking forward to the weekend, and I’m very grateful to the people who supported me this week.
Yesterday I walked past one of my former classmates trying to stack these stones. They greeted me on the way to work this morning.
I am attempting to germinate indigo seeds in my office. Two pots are actually planted with woad seeds. I planted them about two weeks ago and just found out that they take about a month to germinate.
I am going to be quite ticked if they don’t germinate and I waste four weeks on watching and watering dirt.
The plan is to rent space in the university community garden to grow these. I don’t have enough sunny space at home.
My week is consumed with work and work-related drama. So here’s a photo from my office.
Perhaps related: I may have had food poisoning last night. Or it could have been general disgust. Whatever, it is over now and things are better.
This photo, taken yesterday at Green Hill Cemetery, really represents my day today.
These are the fruits of the female ginkgo tree. They smell like vomit.
I won’t go into details.
My co-workers often walk in Green Hill Cemetery during lunch. Sometimes I join them. Today the gusty wind was a little too much for me, but I got a few photos. Maybe next time I’ll take some art supplies and make rubbings. It’s a beautiful old cemetery.
Found some great rusty metal pieces in the scrap bin behind the art building. These will make some interesting prints on fabric and paper.
I have a weird cold and between that and dealing with depression I didn’t feel like picking up the camera for a few days, thus the break in the visual journal entries. I was home sick from work Wednesday and Friday. I felt better Thursday and Saturday, so it is like this virus fools me into thinking I’m about over it, I get up and out and start feeling better, then it wakes me up at 4 a.m. yelling “Fooled ya!” I really need to get some exercise and sunshine to help with my depression, but this damned virus is determined to keep me in the hole.
This is what my bed looked like at 4:30 a.m.
I think that I’ll make a doctor appointment to look at changing or moving off my medication, although I’m always afraid that she’ll make me go to a psychiatrist, and I can’t afford that. If she does, I’ll just switch to a different general practitioner. Art retreats are my therapy, and I do have several lined up for the year ahead. Plus exercise, sunshine, and some socialization will help.
Anyway, I may go over to Susanne’s as planned to do a little marbling. I’ve been looking forward to it.
A boy and his chainsaw
A retro blog. Yesterday Sandy bought a small chainsaw and we worked in the back yard. The main accomplishment was transforming the 20 foot tall fig tree to a bush again. I raked the leaves out of the front garden and transplanted a couple of foxgloves and lenten roses, then sat on a yoga mat and pulled up ground ivy and vinca. There is still much work to do. I was a little sorry that he took down the redbud tree but it was covered in wild grapevine and getting on the roof of the back building so it needed to be done.
The weather turned warm today but we still have a lot of snow around in the shade.
What is my husband doing to these cats!!! We try to give Pablocito a dose of his own medicine now and then. I have to say that his constant quest for dominance is really getting on my nerves, and of course on Theo and Lucy’s nerves as well.
Chuck and Greg took me to Fincastle’s Diner for lunch. They have a special Mardi Gras menu this time of year and the food is great. We all had fried crawfish tails and I had a oyster po-boy on Gambino’s bread that the owner has shipped up for this event every year. Can’t wait to go back. Oh, and Jaybird, one of the waiters, sung a birthday song to me and got everybody in the restaurant to sing along. He’s a great singer.
I turned 53 today.
I loved these crystals in the mud on the sidewalk this morning.
Sandy and I went out for my birthday, which is actually on the 17th. This was a really tasty porter, smooth and sweet.
There was a beautiful full moon tonight, but I couldn’t get a good shot of it.
slowly she turned 