August 28, 2007

• He’s simultaneous; I’m sequential

  …or he’s concurrent and I’m consecutive.

  Last night, Greyfox was talking about how he had been waffling and agonizing over whether to go to the State Fair this year.  The old double Libra had been weighing factors such as energy expenditure, monetary expenditure, lost work, whether he’d enjoy it enough to make it worthwhile….  He said it was driving him nuts being frivolous, hyper-responsible, practical, self-indulgent, etc, all at the same time.

  It hit me, and struck me so funny that I was laughing and missed some of the last part of what he was saying.  Once I got my laughter under control, I shared my new sudden insight with him:  Sometimes, I am ultra-responsible, sometimes I’m as flaky as can be, sometimes I indulge myself, sometimes I am altruistic in the extreme, but I do those things one at a time, where he does them all at once.

  His response:  a deepening of his voice, and, “My name is Legion.”
  

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  I got a nasty shock this morning.

  Remember the monster rhubarb I named Hulk?

   Now, after being hit by a thief and a frosty night, it looks like this:

  

  Actually, it is more an act of vandalism than simple theft.  I won’t know until the snow melts next May whether it survives this winter.  I hadn’t intended to harvest any for three years, to give the roots a chance to get established, and the rhubarb rustler used a knife, cutting the stems so short that I can’t grasp some of  them to twist them off the correct way and prevent disease or rot from reaching the roots.  I choked up and almost cried when I saw it.

  Had some fun on the phone with Greyfox a few minutes ago, discussing possible booby traps to protect my garden next year.  I’m thinking a trebuchet and balloons full of wet shit.

  Discovering that my rhubarb had been ravaged was the low point of this morning’s early walk.  It had some high spots, too.

  This makes me feel so tall!

  
  Above is Jumbo, the biggest tadpole at Rana Ranch, the one farthest along toward froghood.  The close-up below shows a leg with discernible toe bones.
  

  Everything was covered with dew when I went out there, and a fine mist was blowing off toward the south.  I shot some video of the blowing mist.  After I edit it, if it looks decent, despite the camera shake (didn’t take time today to attach the tripod, just pulled on some jeans and ran out to catch the morning light), I’ll upload a few seconds of it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The next shot is the view I now see when I look up from the monitor.  Doug and I did some more work on the roof.  The new tarps hang down so far on the north side that they cover the top two feet or so of the windows on that side.
  

   

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