*fret*

Was consulting calendar. It's now been 10 days since I planted my first batch of sweet peas, and 8 days since I planted the peas and lettuce and the rest of the sweet peas, and nothing's come up. The package said seven days!

I am a failure.

In other news, the last two days' rains have left a rice paddy in our backyard. Dave tried the hose method again, and when I left for work yesterday the hose end at the bottom of the driveway was running at full speed. I mean, water gushing out down the street. It was impressive (and a far cry from the tiny drippings I was documenting in those photos). However, the rain eased off, the hose emptied, the siphon failed, and now there's a puddle in the back again because the rain has resumed, and I don't think the hose is doing anything. It's a bummer.

Also, in the middle of the night I became convinced that all my houseplants had frozen to death on the sunporch. I went out this morning and they were fine. But it worried me every time I so much as half-woke, the entire night. Maddening.

I wish I could make myself be in a better mood. I'll attempt to chalk it up to PMS even though all my hormonal issues are chemically controlled and I don't theoretically have those sorts of problems. But trivializing emotions by dismissing them with science is always a constructive coping mechanism, don't you think?

Indeed. Off to what will likely be a slow day at work. Mm, snark from Dave makes my morning complete. I even bussed the coffee table because I can't escape the meaningless monotony that is my life. My life fucking rules, which is awesome, because nothing's going to change about it for a very long time because I lack the resources to make a change and don't know what change I'd make if I could anyway. And I am tired of my ill-fitting white uniform shirt whose cuffs I cannot undingeify. I am filled with a longing to wear a flattering t-shirt with a snarky slogan on it. Likewise I am filled with a longing to go somewhere that isn't work or home, and also a longing to see various of my family members. And in addition I am filled with loathing for Fox News for giving me a bulletin about a bunch of killed dead US soldiers in Baghdad while I was sitting at the table writing a letter to Katy in Baghdad and then not providing any concrete details like who was dead. Fuck you, Fox News. Fuck you with a hot-dog-stand umbrella which then opens.

That is all. Happy Monday, everyone.

better-ish

Dave, in a stroke of luck, was out just in time to pick me up on his way home from school so I didn't have to take the bus. It was a complete coincidence of timing. I almost took the bus anyway, but when the bus was slightly late and he turned out to be slightly early, I decided to have him swing by (it's not really out of his way at all) and pick me up anyway. The deciding factor was that he'd sounded cheerful on the phone.
( I am a mood sponge. Also, food makes Boy happy. )

Other mood-improvers:

I found the missing $150 deposit envelope among the stack of Bills To Be Paid ASAP. How lucky is that? Oof, I am going to be less dumb about leaving the undeposited deposit envelopes lying around.
It was dead much of today, but I had a late afternoon rush, and in the end I made (by my calculations) a little under 16% of my total sales in tips. I had some very generous late-stayers, and that really made the evening much more pleasant, as I was on overtime by then and there's a reason 8 hours is a standard shift because at eight hours and about ten minutes my body started to hurt all over.
The daffodils have recovered from the snow and are shiny again.

I suppose that's all, really. Except that I had not one but two big glasses of milk with dinner and they tasted really good. So what if I get fat! At least I won't have osteoporosis.
Also, I was reflecting on my childhood and thinking what a mess my house was when I was a kid. So whatever; if it's a pigsty in here I'm not really far from my roots. At least the stove top is clean.

Pile Of Cute

Oh, and this helped my mood. E-mailed from Mom, it's just a big old pile of cute.