The Garden Is Exploding

...with colour.

See for yourself:


If you're interested, click the image for the full-sized version. It might crop to a nice desktop image. (It does- crop from the right side, and the crimson clover falls right about the Golden Mean on the left and the purple lupine ends up almost perfectly centred)

More to come in the ensuing weeks, i'm sure.

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Insanity!

Friday: Helped load a moving truck so that one friend could move out of the house once shared with another friend who was also her S.O. for about a year. If you know who they are, great, but i'm not getting into the drama of why and who. I'll be much happier if people who are both friends of mine don't date/decide to live together/etc. in the future. It's just too damned weird getting the story and not taking sides in something which certainly doesn't need personal energy invested into it. Anyway- found out that i'm stronger than i think i am- at least when it comes to hauling other people's furniture around. A few bruises on arms and upper thighs (a really handy place to rest heavy objects while someone else resets hands on the other end) to show for it.

Today: alexander's weekly foray to ice skate. The rink was hosting a competition, so the lesson and public session were on the small ice. Because of the contest, the regular teacher gave way to a substitute instructor, who in turn passed the class on to a third, who obviously had no clue where the kids' skill level was, since she spent the whole time trying to teach them things they learned eight weeks ago- and seemed to wonder why they were bored and inattentive.

Afterwards, we skated a bit and came home to pick up the rest of the family to head off to one of alexander's skating friends' birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. Jesus Horatio Christ on whole-wheat matzos (yes, that is what the H. stands for- more properly it's Jesus Fucking Horatio Alger Christ, if you were at all curious- i know these things, y'see). What a cluster-fuck. Loud, obnoxious kids being allowed to run rampant by their parents. AAAAARGH! I still have the headache. Needless to say, alexander loved it and didn't want to leave, so we'll have to inflict it upon ourselves some time in the future. Maybe i'll visit a gun shop and invest in a pair of shooter's earplugs before that happens, though.

As a parent, i can say one thing. Occasionally i'll hang out with alexander and a single adult friend (most commonly mediavore), and one five-year-old usually acts as a reminder of why contraception is a good idea for oh, a month or so- kinda like Depo-Provera. Going to a place like that is a reminder of why sterilization would be a good idea. Maybe some enterprising sort should sublet a few square feet and rent out Dremel tools for do-it-yourself sterilization or trepanning. It might be less painful.