2008 Fall Plant Sale

Friday, September 12 and Saturday, September 13
Warren G. Magnuson Park
7400 Sand Point Way, Seattle

This is a good solution to starting our fall plants from seeds. I'll probably do container gardening since we don't know what we're doing with the level of the yard. More dirt??

Yesterday went pretty well. I was able to get in another hard workout. More sweat stinging the eyes and pouring off my gross stringy wet hair. Good times. I finally caught up with my dad. He's coming to stay for a couple nights next week so he can help us with our yard. I will definitely need to do some cleaning/tidying up before he gets here. I visited Maddie at her new barn and she seems fat and happy. It's great to see her in someone else's care and doing well. I hope that ends up being a permanent home for her because it seems like a great match. I tried to clean up some serious clutter on our attic stairs. I succeeded in cleaning up some of it, and moving the rest to front and center on the kitchen table. And then there was rugby practice where I go once a week to stand awkwardly and pick on the few new players that show up. Molly took the Norman back to the vet for the third time. Jesus, the most expensive chickens ever. Now they have eye/nose drops on top of their antibiotics. They need to clear this shit up so we can get them off our fricken porch. It's a special day, coming home to cage full of stinky snotty chickens. It's simply too much.

I've been stressed out lately (surprise). I think it's mostly the test that's now less than a week away. I've worried about this test since I went through the practice session four years ago. I'm much fitter than I was then. And I'm not playing a rugby game while sick a week before the test, like I did last time. But, I'm still nervous and I think that my nerves seep into my daily life. But, I've been on edge lately. When I feel crazy in my head I think it reaches out into the physical stuff around me. If the house is cluttered or filthy (it's been both lately) then it makes me overwhelmed. I think that's how my dad was when I was growing up. He'd come home for two week trips flying and be pissed as soon as he walked in the door. It was scary. I'm thrilled to be carrying that torch. But, it's a pretty helpless feeling and you only feel worse for knowing you're being ridiculous.

Lately I've been putting off finishing my Tacoma application (it's very long but could get me my dream job so I need to get over it), and dealing with my finances. A combo of buying a new truck (taking out an auto loan), putting a bunch of stuff on my credit card (which I don't usually do), and needing to pay rent, utilities, vet bills, doctor bills, the auto loan and insurance, and my cell phone bill makes it less than rad to sit down with the checkbook. I'm also unsure what to do with the dogs. The busier Molly and I get the less exercise and attention they get. Especially when those damn roosters are hogging our money/time with their drops and meds.

Anyway, it's almost 9am... time to get moving on this day. We'll see what happens today but I hope I can finish up the day feeling a little caught up. I also need to be in bed for about 9 hours it feels like lately. When I finish reading and actually fall asleep I'm not getting up until 8 hours has passed. Iron deficiency or muscle building rest?