The Happy Gardener

The brown girl is back from all her travels. And the reason you didn't hear from her sooner is because C, the slave driver, got her to "help" with his basement work. OK, this post is beginning to sound racist and even my not-so-strong conscience won't let this go. No no, a bunch of things have kept me occupied, the foremost of which is inertia. I seem to have given up regular blogging a while ago and I just couldn't get myself to get my laptop out after dinner, etc to write about something uninspired and uninformative. Not that such things bothered me when I was on the blog train. Anyhoo, to start things off, here's something from recent history.                                                ***************** It's 2:16 AM and I am eating a lemon-orange mini muffin that I am only minimally interested in. My right knee feels weird and I'm wondering if I am suffer...

Well, hello there. I know, I haven't written in a while but neither have you so there. Anyways, what's new? Cobalt is here, that's what's new. Who/What is Cobalt? All 13.1 inches,2.9 lb and 1920x1080 pixels of spun metal gorgeousness.The generic name is ASUS Zenbook Prime. Did I need this beauty? Probably not direly. But is my life better and more beautiful for it? Yes. Oh, yes. Anyhoo, the one good thing about this is that I now own a device on which I can type with most of my fingers and which will not make my lap go numb and burn holes in my comforter. => I might actually get back into blogging. Is that necessarily a good thing? For me, and the world at large? One will never know. And while I am sharing thoughts, here is something I recently wrote                                                Colors of the Day Brown. Brown are my eyes that stare out the ...

The girl is giddy. Or rather, the girl was giddy and now, like a balloon on its third day, she is making her way down. Still up and happy, mind you but calming down by the minute. Why, you wonder? Let's see : a reasonably productive day at work, an eye-opening discussion with T leading to an epiphany (more on that later), a six mile walk+jog that took less time than expected (1 hr 12 mins - no I wasn't very fast, I just set low expectations :-) ) , the resultant endorphins,  the arrays of fresh fruit at the grocery store ( made me want to run up and down yelling "this is why summer is AWESOME!") , the wonderful sandwich that entered my life shortly there after, and finally the 700% daily serving of Vitamin A sloshing around my insides. Seriously, how potent is that Bolthouse Farms Carrot Juice? I now have images of doing shots of this juice  in my head now. The images are in my head, I mean - not the shots.  And a nice phone call to home to round it off. All in all, ...

Hello Endorphins, I've missed you. Yes, I finally dragged my sorry, lazy b*** to the gym today. The last straw was when I realized recently that if I didn't do something to contain this issue, I might end up having to buy a whole new set of jeans and we all know how much I hate that. And I don't even really dislike going to the gym. Just like waking up, if I decide to do it and just push through the first couple of minutes, I am actually pretty sold on the idea. And when I got out after the workout, the breeze was just right, and the right song was playing on my phone ... and yes, the aforementioned Es were making me giddy. But now I've blown all that good energy from going to the gym and an early dinner and some house chores by staying up so late waging wars against the Zombiekind with my peashooters and puffshrooms. Oh well. Every day we learn. Some day we will retain. And so, philosophically, to bed.

Today I entered into a life long commitment. And I did it with very little thought. Here's how it happened. I was at the checkout of the local Sports Authority, paying for my new gym bag among other things. Guy at the counter : ( reading the tag on my new bag as he put everything in a bag) and this one has a life time warrantee Me : !! Me : ( a brief pause later) so what happens if anything happens to the bag ? GATC : oh, you need to go to Adidas but they'll replace it for you. There. Me and Adidas. *Together*. Forevvvver. And they say such things are hard to find. A new wave of socks has entered my life. And with color to boot. (Haha. Socks and boot. Yeah, I am clever that way). Hope these last a decent while without getting all out of shape in two washes. Lots of such hosiery musings that I could share but my heart isn't in it. Time to go read about supernovae and such. and so to bed.

Accidentally ended up watching an hour of So You Think You can Dance this evening. It was an amazing episode. Such beauty, such grace, such power. It was poetry in motion. And after watching a couple of dances, I felt like clapping - not the polite claps that you have to pull out when you listen to a pretty-good speech, or at some wedding or reception or some other party but the unembarassed clapping when you have been awed into a semi-trance - be it by wit or elegance or wonder or persona. Anyways, here we are. I read somewhere - and I am definitely paraphrasing here - that "It is better to be content with all the seasons rather than be foolishly in love with Spring". I am not convinced. Rather, I disagree. First of all, love, by definition, is foolish. It is not a logical series of steps that ends with Hence Proved. Love is foolish. Love is overwhelming. Love is unreasonable. We demand so much and extend ourselves so much from/for the object(s) of our love. And we need l...