It happened without my even realizing it, in fact had Petra not said anything I probably would have missed it altogether: I was talking gardening with grownup friends. Somewhere, my early-teen doppelganger rolled his eyes and was, like, so bored.
I'm finding that it's hard to get ahead on the list of things that I wanted to do because the workload of living is pretty heavy when it's split one way. The valley's in a mini-drought that has drained the rain barrel and that means less time right off the bat. Plus, it's really really hot and that crushes any motivation I have to cut, hammer, haul, lift, paint, putty, or sand.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010