Farming - City Style

Well gollee! It's bustin' out like springtime out there. I oughta get to plantin'.

Where's the dirt again? Ah, there it is!

Proper farming tools always ensure the job is done right.

All done!!

Is it wrong that I spent more time blogging than planting?

Now where is my dog? I obviously need more to do!

P.S. The ficus - already upset that we went on vacation and it's outside - is going to HATE this!

We may have found the culprit ...

I checked just now ... you know, to see how the stalker is doing ... It looks like he may be sweating a bit with all of this surveillance ... desperate for fresh air ...

Or perhaps he's joined his friends (as IF a stalker would have friends!) down at Sushi Fix for a quick bite ...

Or maybe we might just want to pinpoint the suspicious-looking unit here ...

Don't let the pink flowers create a false sense of security.

They warn about that kind of stuff ALL the TIME at self-defense school.

Thanks to all of you who have been stalking-back. Don't let your mom tell you you're being sassy ... it just needs to be done.

Stalking Central

Let's face it ... there are some things you just can't talk about in General Public. People just don't get it, and they look at you funny even if they are trying to look understanding.

Yoga is one of those things. You can't describe a great triangle pose, you have to feel it. That will not stop a yoga enthusiast from trying to describe it (with great energy, no less!) but you won't have a clue unless you've done yoga. Enthusiasts, you've been warned.

Knitting is another Unmentionable. No one really cares. Even if they get socks out of the deal or spend the winter snuggled up in a gorgeous alpaca wrap, they still don't care. Not about the pattern you used to make it, not about the yarn shop you discovered and the fact that this was the last bit of said fabulous alpaca ... nothing. Remember Charlie Brown's teacher? You're "Wonk wonk wonk wonk wonk"-ing them. Really.

So... the secret to solving this whole "I have no one to talk to" thing is to find fellow rabid knitters. There are ways, and I am working on discovering them. I've spotted a Stitch n Bitch that meets on Mondays near my house and I am really close to actually going to a meeting. But they meet on Mondays. (Oh, mentioned that, didn't I?)

Problem 1: Mondays aren't great - I think I would much prefer Thursdays. But they like Mondays. Monday is sometimes the night the Male Creature comes home from his dad's house and I couldn't rob him of Mom-Time, could I? Then the other Mondays, well they can be tiring.

Problem 2: The meeting is 1.96 miles from home. I Mapquested it. Too far to walk on a Monday night. (I envision myself with a lot more energy on Thursday, too. ) And if I drive, I have to park when I get there and again when I get home. Do you see how tricky this is going to be?

So I am sedentary stalker for now. Which reminds me - someone here at the office knits. I'm going to the break room to see if I can start stalking her ...

Constructing San Diego ...

I live in San Diego. Downtown San Diego. I spend a lot of time wandering about and I am noticing something very strange here ...

New Construction. It's everywhere.

But the news headlines read (and I paraphrase):

"Housing market declines"

"Mortgages are impossible to qualify for ... "

"Residential vacancy 20 billion per cent. "

We don't even have enough water for everyone we have, especially when you consider the love San Diegans have for growing lawns in an arid climate.


Yet they keep building ... and building ... and building ...

And the funny thing? This is SoCal. No one walks. Everyone loves the suburbs. Nothing says success like climbing into your SUV and driving through an hour or two of traffic each day. So who's going to live here? Where will they work? There aren't any office buildings going up and this is the land of the Strip Mall.

Even better: while the sophisticated writers of this town bemoan the "lack of infrastructure" I happen to notice that even when you live downtown, you still have to get in your car to get to/ do/ see almost anything other than other condos, a few restaurants, and our two very far-off grocery stores.

So what do I do when I get in my car? That's where I hope the story gets interesting ...