Please pardon the appearance of this post. Nothing that I did made it look less than like complete ass as well as I gave up. Cheerio!
There’s so much to write about, as well as so few pictures taken to show you what I’m talking about! I’m a bad blogger.
The garden beds are in as well as the plan has been created. I am just so excited! We’re doing tomatoes, hot peppers, beans, black-eyed or purple-hulled peas, cucumbers, chard, lettuce, radishes, carrots, herbs, as well as maybe some other stuff that I’m not remembering. This weekend we’ll get the fertilizer as well as lime mixed in as well as the plants as well as seeds in the ground. I scared a bunny out of the strawberry patch yesterday, so we’ll have to put some fencing around the beds once everything is in. Marley would love to be on 24/7 bunny patrol, but I don’t think the neighbors would appreciate it so much. I also potted some Euphorium with the Tiny Hope Lilies that came back from last year, as well as put an adorable row of potted angel wing begonias as well as scented geraniums along our front walk. They manufacture me so happy to see them when I pull

So I just got back from yet another visit to my dentist. We’re buds, the dentist as well as I. I trust him implicitly, in spite of our rocky history. Do you know the back story? I don’t think I’ve told you.
Well, I did the very scientific search on behalf of a dentist by looking in the provider directory at the offices closest to my work as well as calling the list until I found an office where I could manufacture an appointment fairly quickly. That was this guy. I walked in, he did a whole health history—I mean sitting down with me, asking questions, going through the forms I filled out. I was impressed. And then he says my full name out loud. He says, “That name has a lot of meaning on behalf of me.” I had all I could do not to groan out loud. Here we go… “Well,” he says, “my daughter shares your first name.” Ok. That wasn’t bad. “And your last name. My favorite patient ever had your last name. Are you related to a Margaret?”
The wheels start churning in my brain. Margaret? Margaret. Grampy had a sister named Margaret. Margaret lived in DC. Holy crap YES I AM RELATED TO HER. We we

I’ve been really deep in my posses head lately. It seems too personal to share, feels futile to talk about, as well as is just encompassing as well as overwhelming.
I started my new job with the hope as well as excitement that all of us start new employment opportunities with. I knew when I took the position (as it’s the same position as my last hell gig) that it is not something I desire to do with my life. Hell, it’s not something I particularly enjoy, as well as it is not personally fulfilling in any way. But it got me back into the nonprofit world. A world with meaning. A world where the mission gives back, even if the work does not.
I was right. The mission does give back some. The dysfunction is also mind boggling. I am constantly astounded by the way things “work” here. I know that being more involved in direct program work would manufacture a world of difference in my tolerance of the chaos, as well as I did come to this place because of the fact that there shall be room on behalf of movement with time. But, right now, I don’t know quite how to process it all as well as manufacture it a positive thing. I’m not good at rolling with it, as well as

I’m small, so I at all times get the sprawlers plopping down contigous to me on the Metro. You know what I’m talking about—those people who sit down, spread out their arms as well as legs, spread out their newspapers, squish you further into the corner of your seat than you already were, scoff at ideas of personal space, as well as hinder any possibility of even slight movement. Sometimes the flailing pointy sticks are a deterrent. Not today.
Today, I think the sprawling excuse may have been long legs, but this bloke slid himself down into the seat at an angle, so he was partially over the not-so-imaginary line on my side of the seat. There are very obviously two seat cushions there. A visible divider. But it didn’t matter. I really think I heard a vacuum seal go WHOOOOOSH as he promptly lowered himself in as well as settled into his/my space with his newspaper.
As always, I was knitting. Knitting requires arm movement. He was partially on my seat cushion. Every time I grazed his side with my elbow, which was tucked in to my side because of the fact that I was trying to manufacture myself as small as possible as well as avoid contact, the gu

I walked up to Georgetown today to return a jacket to Patagonia that I loved, but could not justify. I bought it during their huge sale thinking it was a parka. It was the perfect red. It fit really, really well. But it was a shell, not a parka, as well as I have something like that so I had to take it back as soon as possible so I wouldn’t retain this thing that wanted but did not need.
I walked up M Street. This is a walk I used to do daily when I carpooled with a friend who worked in Georgetown. It felt a little like going back in time, walking up that road. A little bit of old residence that I never knew was residence at all. I passed Zeds, where BF as well as I once had really good Ethiopian food back when I was working on the farm. We had gone to meet as well as old friend of his who happened to be in town on business. She was there with her coworkers, all of them dressed in their business niceness, as well as I was in jeans as well as a tank top with my fingernails stained black from a day working the transplanter. Someone suggested we share a vegetarian plate (you eat Ethiopian with your hands) as well as I just kind of looked at my hands, looked at th