April 22nd, 2006
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It’s Saturday morning, and I got up before nine. This may be the start of a fantastic day. Laundry is in the machine, water has been bestowed to my pouting darlings outside, and if I can tighten up operations in the kitchen, I may be in good form for a trip out by 10:30. First I’ll need to perform a little maintenance on my stallion as I’ve acquired my first flat in three years of ownership.
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My mint is now in its third season and taking advantage of the abundant sunshine which we are blessed with since a withered tree next to our house was removed. The leaves on this plant are easily five times the size of my previous best.
Things are such a mess, but mess by my terms is not how I expect they should be. I think I need to work more on realizing that there really are so many ways things can be, and if they are not as I expect, it’s not the end of the world. I’m not saying that I have to get my way all the time, but I’ve been so fed up with certain people lately, that maybe I’m just better off feeding what Amy calls my “incredibly independent side” and focusing more on my own pursuits. It’s heartbreaking to me that I can’t depend on hardly anyone.
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The mint is doing so well, in fact, that it’s already crowding out my poor marigolds, which will ultimately force me to rotate the box so the taller plants are on the northern side.
I leave for Paris in…eleven days. I will be there for an unprecendented six days and seven nights. I’ve been practicing French, but I still royally suck…je ne comprends pas le francais. But it doesn’t matter. I will let my pumping legs and photography tell the world who I am.
I swear Chris Martin is the only person who even remotely knows how I feel.
[Yes, the PowerShot has problems with focusing on objects less than six inches away. But these are snapshots and I am anxious, so you'll forgive me. We need a better lens...]
