Tomatoes & Tornados

I ate the first tiny tomato from my garden today. I feel sorry for people who will never get to taste a fresh from the garden tomato. My garden hasn’t quite flourished this year. I’ve had one teeny tiny cucumber (that I insisted on peeling & slicing so I could eat it) and two tiny tomatoes. The plants look healthy, but aren’t bearing much fruit. Of course, for me the planting and watching grow is almost as good as harvesting. I was so desperate for “gardening” today that I repotted all of my houseplants.

(I just reread this blog, and I realize, it is very random. Sorry bout that, but you see how my mind is working these days.)

My dreams have been so vivid lately, they leave me feeling empty when I wake up.

I’m excited that my math class starts in 18 days.

Also, I’m considering signing up for a yoga class. Yeah, I know. Me + Yoga = AreYouFuckingKiddingMe? But, it seems so…relaxing, centering. I crave centering.

I’ve been having little fantasies about one of my “clients” lately. It’s kinda funny actually. I was telling Magnum about it today and it was making me laugh my head off. Of course, he too has fantasies about her…but that’s another story. J

Skye texted the other night. I haven’t talked to her since she moved to Massachusetts with her girlfriend. We didn’t really text about much, and then I got home and we didn’t have any power, and I never got back to texting. It’s better that she’s far away, because I cannot resist her. Have you seen that girl?

Magnum & I have this conversation a lot. Me (excitedly!): Oh it’s storming!!! Think we’ll have tornado warnings? Magnum: Um, no. This is upstate NY, not the Midwest. We don’t have tornados. Yeah. He just texted. He’s on his way home and apparently he heard on the radio that there are tornado warnings. And I know it’s weird, but it excites me. You know how you learn from preschool, until you graduate, all about fires and fire safety. And several times a year the school has fire drills? Yeah, in my schools we had tornado drills. Everyone would go into the hallway and scrunch down with their arms shielding their heads from debris. I was astounded when I realized that the schools here do not engage in any tornado preparedness.

I’m wearing orthopedic underwear right now. J Ha. That’s what I call any sort of granny panties.

Ok, I’m out. Laterz.