Apr. 3rd, 2011

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A week of spring weather has been, well, like spring and sunshine and blooming scented flowers.  Walking to work my muscles feel more relaxed because it's not freezing and my pack is lighter.  I was surprised to realize I'm walking over 15 miles a week, 60 miles a month...that's a lot of steps on the earth. I still want to do yoga or dance practices when I get home and I've struggled with being tired and when exactly to do it. I can't just walk in and begin. I'm tired and need to chill. Then there's a small window of  when I might opt out and veg. It's a challenge. I'm a physical activity whore. I'm investigating coconut water today. Trader Joe's didn't have the brand I want-theirs is owned by Coke. Another trip to Whole Foods later toda.

I saw my friend P. this weekend, the one I went to Burning Man with, she came into town on Friday and we hung out on Friday night, munching and drinking wine and talking. She's 34 and I love recognizing my 34ness in her, we have great conversations. A plan for this year's Burning Man is taking shape.  Her boyfriend only wants to go for a few days. I could drive to Reno, rent a big car, and P. and I go together and set up camp with our mates from last year who will secure a spot. We really want to enter together because last year, waiting in line, not knowing what to expect, being so excited was so fun and we laughed like crazy.  

I'm mostly focused on the friends arriving in 11 and 12 days. The spring clearing and cleaning goes on. The more I pare down the more I want to get rid of.  There isn't a huge load going to Goodwill, a lot is stashed in cabinets, for final review at a later time; a lot of paper has been recycled by now.  

I'm obsessed with my gardening efforts and what a satisfying way to spend time it is. Years ago, in Tampa,I lived in a little detached cottage and had a fenced in patio and I spent hours, days and weeks planting and tending my flowers. That was the year of what I call locusts invasion. Huge grasshopper like creatures with bones and faces, stuck on every single living plant munching away. The horror, the horror. I don't like to think of that time. They were uncontrollable. I think I remember smashing one and never again. Spray didn't work. I shut the curtains on the sliding glass doors and felt icky knowing they were out there. Just one year I remember them.

I bought hot Thai pepper seeds and created a little green house in the corner of my kitchen on the counter. I divided the seeds between five pots and put a lamp in the center with a bright bulb and lightly covered the pots with saran wrap. I replanted my growing garlic and a couple new cloves. The garlic leaves seem a little weak, I'm not sure how upright they're supposed to be. The ginger isn't doing anything, but I moved it and the garlic to a warmer corner of the apartment, southwest sun. In May, I'll move the food stuff on the fire escape which gets full on eastern sun.

My orchids, flowering plants and standbys like peace lily (who still hasn't bloomed) ficus trees and philodendrons are happily thriving.

I'm very weary of reading about Republicans turning on the people and wondering if every candidate is simply a Manchurian candidate. The wars, the pretense they want us to believe that there is no money, the misleading numbers regarding unemployment, its all so relentless that I don't consider it news anymore.

I'm very focused on Santa Fe or Taos New Mexico. I see the cost of living is so much less there, but I haven't seen many jobs. I wonder how I'll actually get there, I have to figure out how to make more money so I can save some.  In the next year, I 'll take a road trip to take a gander at where I think I'll be living soon.

Today, tons of laundry, more clearing out, getting ready for the work week. And on I go.


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