Thirty-eight year old toes
It’s my birthday. For the first time since starting this internet web journaly thing, I have to TEACH on my birthday. BULLSHIT. And look at this BULLSHIT weather. It’s supposed to be gorgeous on my birthday. (See previous pictures of gorgeous birthday weather here.)
I feel oddly emotional. Not unhappy, but…tearful, maybe? Not sure what’s up with that. Maybe I’ve just got a little tantruming child within that’s pissed about the SNOW and the WORK.
I hope it’s a good year, in spite of the BULLSHIT start.
I hope to have a productive summer, workwise. And I am planning to have the best vegetable garden ever. Last year I had a state-fair-prize winning crop of…crab grass. And a few green tomatoes. This year, I will grow ALL THE VEGETABLES. You can see some bags of primo soil for my new raised bed in the back there…going to be full of healthy squash vines in a few months.
I am also going to floss my teeth every night. I can find a surprising number of excuses for not flossing my teeth. NO MORE!
Am I going to be a better person now that I’m thirty-eight? Unlikely. I’ll try, but I am who I am.
I will probably be an older version of last year’s me. But with really shiny teeth, and wallowing in heirloom tomatoes.