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Sunday, March 7, 2010
The Best Laid Plans Of Mice and Me
Before I start digging a garden, I try to have a plan worked out so that I don't have to move anything.
This is the first plan. It was pretty ambitious, and it included potato barrels and a large space for raising grain. Then we started the new diet, which doesn't include potatoes or grain. So back to the drawing board.
This is the interim plan, although you can see at the top that I labeled it 'final'. Hah! It was close, but from looking at the yard where the raspberries were going to go, I decided that I didn't like it, and also that I wanted to put the almonds in there. Then when the raspberries showed up, I decided I'd better look up how much room they need, and it turned out that the new place for the raspberries wasn't going to be big enough, and the spot against the fence where I'd planned the asparagus would be better for them. The spot where I'd planned the raspberries would be good for the asparagus though. So- back to the drawing board again.
The drawing board, and yes, that's a gin martini.
This time, I think I got it.
The only thing is, after all this, I think I'm going to have to move four of the apples away from their partners. Good thing I left space for that.
What can I say? I'm a person of disparate interests and strengths- I keep the checkbook balanced to the penny and pay the bills on time (usually), but I can't manage to keep crap from accumulating on the dining room table. I tend to obsess over the proper use of English grammar (at least, as I understand it), but my math skills are practically non-existent. This is probably why I'm always amazed that the built-in furniture I make for this house turns out as well as it does. I find that the older I get, the less willing I am to suffer fools gladly, but I love well when I love. I shoot from the hip and eat a lot of foot, but at least you don't have to guess what I'm thinking or feeling. I sleep too little and drink too much, and I still haven't figured out what I want to be when I grow up, which is probably why I haven't. However, I do seem to fake it pretty well. To know me is to love me - at least, that's what I keep telling myself. Did I also mention that I'm a loose cannon? And now I have both a soap box and a huge megaphone called a blog....