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August 2008
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Ripe Tomatoes

Y’all! I have tomatoes!!

Now lemme tell you why they aren’t still on the plant. So on Sunday I notice we have ripening tomatoes. I am freaking thrilled and I drag Bear outside to look. (Currently two more from this bunch are turning pink.)

Aren’t they darling looking? I’m pretty sure they aren’t ripe yet though, so we leave ‘em there. Then on Tuesday night (technically Wednesday morning I guess since it was 1am), Bear comes upstairs and tells me, in all seriousness, that we probably won’t get to eat the tomatoes. I ask him if something ate them. I couldn’t imagine why else we wouldn’t get to eat them. He tells me it’s because the frost probably got to them.

Now lemme tell you what happened on Tuesday. A slight cold front came through and it rained for about 15 minutes and the temperature dropped down to 57 that night. And for some reason, probably because we already had the windows open, it was 57 inside the house too. Bear figured that if it was 57 inside the house that it was 37 outside, which meant the tomatoes might not survive. He has me traipse outside “save” them from the nonexistant frost. The whole time he’s telling me, it’s so cold!

So now I have 4 ripe tomatos and 7 more have turned pink. I expect that in the next week or two I’ll have many tomatoes turning pink and ripening.

Those front three are turning pink (you might not be able to tell with the further back one, but it is).

Then two more there are turning pink.

The rest of the garden is still green.

If you make that bigger you can see the million green cherry tomatoes and 2 of the beauty tomatoes.

The two hidden beauty tomatoes are getting massive though. Definitely the size of my fist now.

This tomato gardening thing is so much fun.

no book day

I have a metric for how a day is going. It goes by the kind of book I read that day. I always read. Every day.

Great days are anything goes. I’ll read a bit of something spectacularly bad on a great day. I’ll read nonfiction. I’ll sometimes just read the news or my blogs.

Good and mediocre days are for good and new books. Great writing, plot, characterization. New novels. New fiction. I’m adventurous on these days. Life is going ok, but there’s room for some special piece of fiction or writing.

Bad days require comfort reading. A familiar author, a happy ending. It must be fiction. The writing must be tight. The story must be compelling. Something to pull me away from whatever is making my day suck.

Really bad days require old favorites. Novels that are on my keeper shelf. Books that consistently make me feel better.

Then there are the days when nothing helps. When my keeper shelf looks like it’s full of bitter dreams. When my eyes are just tired and my brain fuzzed and my heart heavy.

I’m off to see if I can find a book on my keeper shelf to keep this from being a no book day.

FREAKING annoyed

So the opening ceremonies for the 2008 Olympics are going on right now. I go online to check out the schedule and I notice that they have video. I’m estatic. Sometimes the coverage sucks and sometimes I miss things I want to see because I’m at school or whatever. Then I notice that I can’t play it. I’m on my laptop that has linux. Then I notice that you have to have Vista in order to watch. Forget annoyed. I understand them doing something wonky so that linux can’t play. Linux gets marginalized all the time. I figured I could find a fix or watch on my desktop. My desktop has XP. Except that none of the computers have Vista. Vista is a crappy OS. I don’t know ANYONE except my family across the freaking country who has Vista installed.

I realize that this isn’t something imperative. I realize that this is an experiment. But it’s a freaking Microsoft experiment. Microsoft is using Olympics coverage to encourage people to buy their CRAPPY OS. *breathes*

I’m so so so ANNOYED.

But damn this opening ceremony is gorgeous.

Fuzzed brain

My head is full of noise and it’s made today very difficult.

My marriage license was returned to the county courthouse. Apparently the mailman doesn’t like my address. Nevermind that I’ve lived here for years now.

I woke up mad at Bear after that beetle dream. After the fear and ugliness of having killed someone who wasn’t real had faded, I was mad at him for taking me to the hospital. It took me until we were halfway to work to let it go.

I’m jealous of other people’s ability to tell stories. I have stories in my head but they always end up so boring when I try to tell them to people, either verbally or on paper. It makes me think they were probably boring to begin with. Then I get a new story in my head and I love it so much I try to share it and then it comes out boring and I feel depressed and we start over again.

I need to pay my bills. (They aren’t late or anything. I just hate the monthly monotony of paying them. I do feel blessed that I have the money to pay the utilies and to keep Bear and I fed and entertained and productive.)

I talk too much.

I have many large green tomatos. I want them to RIPEN ALREADY. I’ve promised tomatos to people. That may have been a mistake. There isn’t nearly as much interest in GREEN TOMATOS.

The high today was just above 70 degrees F. This makes me very happy for my phsyical comfort and my electricity bill. This also makes me fret over my tomatos even more.

I’m not enjoying any of the new stuff I’m finding to read. I’m not impressed with, nor all that interested in, Breaking Dawn and it seems like the rest of the book industry is kinda in a slump. I have a feeling this isn’t because there aren’t good authors and good product.

I have no good books. No interest in knitting or spinning. No interest in anything on TV (even the Closer wasn’t that good yesterday and Project Runway is having a TERRIBLE season so far). At work I’m doing a translation of something I’ve already translated, just to a different language and my other project is waiting on a guy in Scotland to find a fix. (I try to have more than one thing going on at a time at work. Sometimes this is really bad. Mostly it just means that I don’t have excuses for wasting time.)

Maybe the slump isn’t the world around me. Maybe it’s me.

I still haven’t finished writing Thank You cards. I need to kick my ass.

Definitely it’s me.