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Phriday, Phriday

Waking up with a clenched jaw and GENETIC CALCULATIONS on your brain isn't the best way to start the day. What the eff, brain? On Day Two of dead Fridge/Freezer, and repair guy is scheduled to come between 8am and 5pm. Way to narrow it down. Fortunately Mr. S got home late last night and is happily in front of the laptop plugging away at finances, so I will not be beholden. Beholden to NO MAN, say I! And my fridge is SPOTLESS. No time to clean like when everything is wilted and dead...

Read a FANTASTIC book yesterday: Traplines, by Eden Robinson. Series of four short stories, all set in BC, Canada. Man, some of you think you write dark stories? Whoa. Daaaark. And spare and the kind of story that ends with you wanting more, or a resolution, or... SOMETHING! I love that. We're talking darker than the inside of Sylvia Plath's oven before she struck a match. Heh. And Amazon has it CHEAP. Which is a shame, because that always makes me think a book isn't any good when I see it on sale with that price. "Never judge a book..." but we do, don't we?

Changing gears yet again, there's an "Open Days" coming up this weekend. (When people open their gardens for public viewing) One gardener is Jesse Arnold, a septuagenarian who has land that his parents were given by a freed slave. Apparently this freed slave gave his land to wealthy blacks here in Dallas, to give the community a leg up. I love it! So many pearl-clutching old ladies in the rose societies, and here's this old black man in coveralls with an EXQUISITE garden. I love it. Oh, and he has a Ph.D, this is his hobby. *looooves*

Now, pardon me, but I'm going to sip some lukewarm water and try and get rid of my tan lines with my paper for reading material. Happy weekend, everyone!!


May. 26th, 2006 10:16 am (UTC)
I love visiting gardens on those types of tours! And house tours, too! OH man.
May. 26th, 2006 11:20 am (UTC)
I KNOW!! I loooove garden tours. And this man's home is on a half-acre in the MIDDLE of the city. Isn't that wonderful? Huge manicured trees, rare perrenials... The paper had a picture of him in his bib-overalls and a train cap pruning his crepe myrtles. Heee!! I wanted to squish him.
May. 26th, 2006 11:36 am (UTC)
There was a story in the gardening section of today's Vancouver Sun about a garden in the middle of London at Eccleston Square. The gardening writer was given a tour of the private, for residents only garden. Roger Phillips is a rose expert and author, and grows dozens of roses in the Eccleston gardens. I like his attitude: he doesn't believe in pampering the roses, and if the rose is diseased he doesn't spend lots of time and money trying to cure it. He believes the plant should mostly take care of itself. My kind of gardener. He loves climbing roses, and thinks roses without scent are an abomination. The pictures of the garden are so beautiful, I'd love to take a tour.
May. 26th, 2006 02:12 pm (UTC)
Oooh, a gardener of roses after my own heart! They're SO tough, people have no idea!
May. 26th, 2006 06:58 pm (UTC)
I posted a picture of my favourite rose Fragrant Cloud on my LJ. It's a wonderful rose.
May. 26th, 2006 12:20 pm (UTC)
a half acre in the middle of the city? Boggles.

I love checking out other gardens. It always makes me happy.
May. 26th, 2006 02:11 pm (UTC)
I know, right? And there's a group of lots just like all around him - all owned by the same: intellectual children of slaves. It's wonderful. Gorgeous lots, wonderful people who own and revere their land and heritage.


Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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