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We interrupt our World Cup coverage to bring you this fantastic development: baby turnips!

I haven’t been spending enough time in the garden lately between the Home Improvement and soccer and that job thing I have.

After my 6am to 2pm stint in front of the TV I decided the best thing for me would be to get my ass outside and work on the weed farm.

I remember planting a bunch of greens, a few turnips (from an untried type-previous attempts to grow turnips have resulted in wormy plooey) and some beets. I wondered why all my lettuce looked so ooky.

This afternoon I poked around out there and what do you know? Beautiful little white turnips. My favorite food. (Outside of the sugar, fat and alcohol groups). I’m so pleased.

The title has nothing to do with anything but I had this random blip in my head of a song from way back in the early 80’s that may or may not have been on the Repoman soundtrack. (Aside: according to imbd, if you liked Repoman, another title you might like is Innerspace. Isn’t that some sort of Fantastic Journey movie where they shrink Dennis Quaid into a microship and he floats around in Joe’s spleen on a scientific mission? I’m too lazy to look it up myself but I’m just wondering how that relates to Repoman. I’m not seeing a connection of any kind.)

Back to the possibly on the Repoman soundtrack song, it went ” [ something ] for Jesus” and I can’t remember what the something was. It was funny or ironic and it was one of those bands like Social Distortion or Dead Kennedys, but probably not either of those. This is bothering me now. There’s not really a great way to look this up online given what I have. If you have any idea what I’m talking about (Erin?) let me know.

Yesterday I left the office the first legally acceptable moment and zoomed home. I really wanted to be outside but wasn’t in the mood for any hardcore digging and hoeing and raking so I found a sunny spot and took a little digging tool (old knife) and pulled weeds from the cracks in the driveway. It was wonderful.

Also, the new “walls of water” I bought at Fred Meyer were CRAP and when I got home I found the CRAP one slumped over, water drained and poor little tomato crushed into the dirt underneath. I propped it up and told it how sorry I was and took the plastic thing and tossed it aside. I think it’s going to be okay. (The tomato. The plastic things are landfill.)

Irises are blooming – gorgeous. Still lots of major projects to do out there. I need to finish dahlias before I can start anything new.

Have I told you about my dahlia digging disaster? I have a hunch I did but no time to check or think of another story right now. I dug them all up in the Fall and was too lazy to process them further until I noticed they were shriveled and moldy on the garage floor.

I unclumped some, discarded oodles of moldy ones but there are still several big clods sitting on the floor in the cold garage where it’s probably been colder than had I just left them in the ground.

Oh well. Ordered another $100 bucks worth. Just a reminder that Spring is on the way.

This morning was nice and sunny and I thought it might be a good day to do some garden stuff. We had our trees pruned this week. Chuck normally comes in January to do the apple tree in the backyard but last year he had a back injury and somehow we fell through the cracks. Meanwhile, there was that 10 star ice storm last winter and as I understand nature, our apple tree panicked, thinking its days might be numbered it produced about 10 trillion apples which meant sagging branches. A major one broke and has dangled ever since because we are too lame to deal with it. (I even said this on the message I left for Chuck so that when he arrived, he’d know we know we’re lame. I did mention that we’re good at other things.)

I also asked him to check out the tree in front, which I, based on my limited botanical knowledge (read: none), have designated as an “ornamental cherry.” I thought it could use some shaping. He worked on them both and they look fantastic (as much as a pruned tree in winter can look.)

We need to put the debris into the bins for garden waste pick up and if you go at the pruning waste with clippers you can fit a lot more in. Plus I need to whack back my roses b/c the lady in the Oregonian said you should so that around now.

These were the things I had planned for the day. HOWEVER, I needed to finish reading my book (Straight Man, thanks Hannah) and of course, it always takes longer to read the last 100 pages than you think it will so at 12:30 pm I was still in bed reading, my yoga practice long abandoned.

At some point the sun disappeared. I opened the shades so I could read better. When I was about 10 pages from the end I heard the rain fall. I looked out to make sure that’s what was happening and yup, cold drippy rain.

I’m dressed now in my garden clothes, just in case things clear up and I can work out there later. But Bob already has been out there AND I have fresh Buffy in the DVD so you take your bets on how this afternoon is going to turn out.

You know, sometimes several days go by when I loathe even the sight of my computer. I don’t want to sit here even long enough to read the latest email. It’s been like that this week. Generally I end up blogging after having a couple of refreshing adult beverages and I haven’t been into the adult beverages much since it’s cold and beer is less interesting, (not out of the picture by any means, only less interesting) and the bottle of wine I bought this week was total swill and I had only about 1 glass and had a total “I need pizza” hangover the next morning. I’m guessing beverage influence explains why when I read my posts later to see how they sound there’s always an incoherent aside or an egregious homonym error or an overall “how many points am I trying to make” loopiness. I am completely sober at this moment.

Here are a few notes about my week: (1) My latest disc of Angel was not premium. That show did lose it in the middle of season 4. Dragging talking head episodes with never-ending fights and Cordy turning into a bad guy. Snore. I still watched it all and the one stingy little extra so far which was a humdrum commentary by a director and producer guy. Meanwhile, Lost keeps getting better and I will admit to watching Desperate Housewives as my guilty pleasure. (2) Yesterday I finally vacuumed – yay. (3) Bob got me into Get Fuzzy. We got a book which I inhaled in about 3 days, even staying up late to read “just a few more pages.” I love Bucky. (4) Last night I did a yoga workshop with Angela Farmer and Victor van Kooten which was fantastic. They are amazing teachers. (5) At the moment I’m reading a YA book by Peter Dickinson who is a fantastic writer. I read Eva several years and I still think about it. The one I’m reading now is The Ropemaker.

(6) I was in bed reading the book several hours ago when I noticed that the sun was out and it seemed foolish to sit indoors on my ass when this might be the sun’s last appearance on a weekend day until some bone-chilling ugly day in December so I put on old jeans and ran outside and pulled up the last of the cosmos and dug up a few weeds. I lost my weed fork – they almost always turn up later but it’s been several weeks so I can only assume that it went in the garden refuse. I wonder how many garden implements they get because I’ve lost a number that way. I bought a new, fancy weed fork and it’s crap. It’s somehow smaller and flimsier and total crap. Remember the olden days when things were more expensive but not so crappy? I also finally dug up two rose bushes. I’ve been threatening to do it for some time and gave them plenty warning but they did not improve. Their crime: being ugly. They grew giant long skinny branches and in the spring they’d bloom a teeny bit with wispy red flowers that drooped towards the dirt. Then they’d never bloom again, only shooting green scratchy branches. They’re gone now. I need to plant some more stuff there right away or I never will and I’ll be one of those people with scary yard with 1 or 2 plants and tons of bark dust. ooh: pretty. As I worked I could see black roiling clouds moving my way and heard a few choice cracks of thunder. I hurried. When I felt the first few drops I moved most of my stuff in but I still had a hoe in my hands to do “one more thing.” Bob came out to ask me something and the sky broke open and we had to run for it. It went from 0 to 60 in about a half minute.

(7) I bought clothes at Ann Taylor Loft and I think I’ve finally evolved out of my: black-grey-black theme. I bought brown. I know, personal growth is exciting. I also bought something pink. Seriously. It’s not barbie-pink, it’s darker. I’m sure there’s some fashion type name for it like: blush or conch, I couldn’t tell you. But I will be wearing a pink sweater with weird tie-things on it. It’s so not me. (I just looked to see if Crayola had a name for my pink and found this website with the history of crayon colors. The Internet has everything.)

(8) Wow, I thought I had nothing to say and look at all this yammering. We’re off to see Hero.