Life has taken a turn towards stressful.
The crap with Ashley and Jeremy is still crappy and my life is crawling along with it. I know I shouldn’t be so involved, but there is nothing that I can do about it. I am all kinds of in the middle and yet on the fringe as well. It’s weird and tiring and all I want to do is become a vegan who knits, writes fan fiction, spends time with Ian and gardens to her heart’s content.
Speaking of gardens, we have started our own humble bit here in Tacoma. The tomatoes peppers and salad greens are sprouting away in the kitchen and Ian’s hands are all blisters because he is turning the back yard by hand with a pickax. We are a bit late, but then again, the yard was a flipping mess until recently.
I have a scarf in the works still and the desire to learn to make socks. I also plan to make a blanket for my nephew Christofer because he never got a home-made baby blanket. How sad is that?
Charlie is laying at my feet, Edgar is upstairs reveling in his superiority because he is a cat, Ian and I are watching deadliest warrior and I want to go to bed… I am such a party animal.
