1. This week has been stupid, with each day sort of stupider than the last.
2. The ultrasound was interesting. I saw my ovaries, and also did not pee anywhere inappropriate. I won’t know anything for a week, or maybe more. They ran some other tests, too, on other body parts. My other parts are fine.
3. SATURDAY WILL NEVER GET HERE.
4. At work I’ve been learning a bit about structural building stuff, ceilings and roofs and walls and support and load-bearing. It’s been satisfying. Also: sometimes I am shocked at how simple and frail our little human homes are. I mean, they are strong. But also frail.
Never mind.
5. Last week I fell down twice in 24 hours, because I am graceful.
6. I started a feeble organize-my-closet project over the weekend. Each night I’ve sort of poked at it/made more of a mess. The contents of my closet are now sort of eating the entire room (I have the closet in our book room–our closets are too tiny for us to share the bedroom closet) and I’m not sure what I was thinking, exactly.
7. I realized, Sunday morning, just how depressed I’ve been and how the summer is gone. Jut pointed out that every time I realize and admit that I’ve been depressed, I am coming back out of it.
8. We have a renegade pumpkin plant growing out of our compost heap. It’s big. The tiny starts of pumpkins get bigger every day. We have a renegade stalk of corn growing up against our patio. Out of all the poppy seeds I planted in the spring, only one tiny sprout survived the summer and made it out of the ground. I was startled to see it Monday evening. Tiny fuzzy leaves.
9. Sometimes Coltrane snores.
Love,
black sheeped
