I woke up with a hangover this morning, but the sunshine lured me out of bed. It was 81 degrees today! This after it being like the middle of February for most of the last few weeks.
I wrote a poem, one that doesn't particularly suck (it seems odd that, on the past two occasions of having hangovers, I've written poems that I'm happy with. What's up with that? Did I kill off the brain cells that were getting in the way of my poetic process?)
Anyway, then I went outside and tilled the soil for the garden, and D. and I planted the tomato and basil seedlings, and sowed the seeds for the cucumbers, lettuce and dill. Also, he put up a fence so the dog can be outside unsupervised now, without getting into mischief. And right now, he's making us boiled red potatoes with olive oil, sea salt and dill (I loves the dill), and my head will soon be aching less.
A good day.
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About Me
- eudaimonia
- As noted on my bio page, along with the fact that I will occasionally wear a scarf, I work in the communications/media industry. In my other life, I am a grad student and (eek) poet. I live in state-sanctioned holy matrimony with a person of the opposite gender, but we find it more romantic to play like we're just shacking up. Actually, we've been together about 10 years as of today. Politically, I'm a registered Democrat who sometimes votes Libertarian, still mourns the death of the socialist project and thinks Arlen Specter is kind of cute (in that curmudgeonly grandfather kind of way.) Metaphysically speaking, my closest fits right now are secular humanist/religious trivia buff/failed mystic. Re: all this about the Golden Mean, etc., I wish I could say I knew my Classics (much less geometry) inside and out, but what I dig I dig.
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