There are things I wish I were: a lover of mushrooms and raisins, patient enough for non-fiction, more willing to accept help for things that frustrate me. But most of all, I wish I could garden. Since I have lived on my own, I have had the good fortune of excuses. Our landlord won't let us dig up the yard... we moved in to the house too late for planting... the back yard is too shady.
The shady excuse is the one I currently implement, although I have every intention of container gardening this summer and have already prepared the soil in my bourbon barrel herb garden.
My pale-green thumb is one of the reasons I am thankful for the Farmer's Market. It's still early in the season, but there were enough farmer's and street musicians out this morning to give me that feeling in the middle of myself - that point right below the rib cage - of warmth. satisfaction and contentment. As I scouted for the best asparagus and lettuce, was dismayed that it's "too early for peas" , and found pride in knowing which farmer's were legit and which were buying off the truck, I decided it was okay that I didn't garden. My broccoli will be fresh, safe, and grown lovingly whether it's from my own hands or Scott County soil. And I'm supporting these beautiful people who get up so early every Saturday to come downtown Lexington and sell their food. It's not an easy life for these farmer's, full of risk and hard work. I'll grow my herbs, my tomatoes and maybe I'll try my hand at a little zucchini, but on Saturday mornings, I'll pick out the long awaited peas to the sounds of live jazz guitar and bluegrass fiddles and that' fine by me.
Sharing a little bit of me with a little bit of you
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Sin
I have my own, made up religion that I ascribe to. It makes me very happy and has nothing to do with heaven or hell or salvation. Once, when I shaved my head, my dear friend Michael Sprong said that he would join the Cult of Waltner. This was said in a dry, wide-eyed way that only Mike can do. Of course, there was no dogma ascribed to said Cult at the time, and Cult is the wrong word... anyway, that's not the point of this blog.
The point of this blog is to say this:
On a day as beautiful as this one, it is a SIN to be at work. I must leave and repent immediately.
The point of this blog is to say this:
On a day as beautiful as this one, it is a SIN to be at work. I must leave and repent immediately.
Monday, April 23, 2007
More pics...
So check it out, y'all. Sophie's website has been updated to include some bah-uUUUUUUUtiful pictures.
Thanks, brother!
Thanks, brother!
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Interesting Times
Isn't that the curse? May you live in interesting times. Things certainly have been that.
3 weeks ago, we were rear-ended on our way to a friend's house. We left the scene pretty much unscathed (though Roy spent the next morning in the ER with whiplash and Sophie twitched uncomfortably in her sleep for 2 nights). Just over $400 stands between us and a new car. We have been spoiled with our Nissan Altima rental and the idea of going back to our Kia is, well, unappealing.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frustrated. Our car is too small for our growing family and frankly, the initial purchase was not our smartest decision. The notion of being saved from our mistake is tempting. So right now, I'm just trying to stay present. The situation could've been sooo bad. In addition to no major injuries, the guy who hit us took all the blame and his insurance company is covering everything. While Sophie and I were sitting on the grass, waiting for the police to come, our pediatrician happened to drive by and look her over, making sure she was okay. A small town lies within the borders of this city.
This week at work has also been difficult, conjuring up memories of the Catholic Worker and the good fortune I had to grow up in a non-violent home. One would think the Library is a peaceful place to work. One would be wrong. Downtown Lexington is like most downtowns in a city of 300,000 people. With no daytime shelter, the Library is the only warm, dry place to go. As the weather warms, the homeless return to Lexington from warmer climates and my job suddenly takes on a new role. The events of this past week have made me tired and my spirit feels slightly bruised. While I was not the victim, it pains me to see the situations many of these men and women are living in and the intolerance in people I thought shared my view of the world.
I have always struggled with my naivety. I believe that everyone feels as though I do about things and am hurt when proven wrong. It's not the big picture stuff - obviously, as George W. was elected to a second term - it's the view of life. Kurt Vonnegut, who died last week, said that he believed the image of the soul is a green, glowing orb and isinherintly good. When he met people, he would try to see them not as people, but as green glowing orbs, their goodness. I haven't been hardened yet. The green glowing orbs are all around me - though I'll admit that some shine more brightly than others.
Just when I feel a bit down about things, something happens to perk me up, bring me back to see the goodness of things. I have always found girls difficult to know and I have recently met two that reinstilled my faith in humanity. So interesting? Yes. Beautiful? Always.
3 weeks ago, we were rear-ended on our way to a friend's house. We left the scene pretty much unscathed (though Roy spent the next morning in the ER with whiplash and Sophie twitched uncomfortably in her sleep for 2 nights). Just over $400 stands between us and a new car. We have been spoiled with our Nissan Altima rental and the idea of going back to our Kia is, well, unappealing.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frustrated. Our car is too small for our growing family and frankly, the initial purchase was not our smartest decision. The notion of being saved from our mistake is tempting. So right now, I'm just trying to stay present. The situation could've been sooo bad. In addition to no major injuries, the guy who hit us took all the blame and his insurance company is covering everything. While Sophie and I were sitting on the grass, waiting for the police to come, our pediatrician happened to drive by and look her over, making sure she was okay. A small town lies within the borders of this city.
This week at work has also been difficult, conjuring up memories of the Catholic Worker and the good fortune I had to grow up in a non-violent home. One would think the Library is a peaceful place to work. One would be wrong. Downtown Lexington is like most downtowns in a city of 300,000 people. With no daytime shelter, the Library is the only warm, dry place to go. As the weather warms, the homeless return to Lexington from warmer climates and my job suddenly takes on a new role. The events of this past week have made me tired and my spirit feels slightly bruised. While I was not the victim, it pains me to see the situations many of these men and women are living in and the intolerance in people I thought shared my view of the world.
I have always struggled with my naivety. I believe that everyone feels as though I do about things and am hurt when proven wrong. It's not the big picture stuff - obviously, as George W. was elected to a second term - it's the view of life. Kurt Vonnegut, who died last week, said that he believed the image of the soul is a green, glowing orb and isinherintly good. When he met people, he would try to see them not as people, but as green glowing orbs, their goodness. I haven't been hardened yet. The green glowing orbs are all around me - though I'll admit that some shine more brightly than others.
Just when I feel a bit down about things, something happens to perk me up, bring me back to see the goodness of things. I have always found girls difficult to know and I have recently met two that reinstilled my faith in humanity. So interesting? Yes. Beautiful? Always.
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