Here there be monsters (socratic) wrote,
Here there be monsters

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Would you hit me? Would you hit me?

This'll have to be quick because my lazy git of a Spanish Professor sent out the homework via email super late so I have to do it now. I'm going to lodge a fairly loud complaint about homework being sent out late afternoon on a SATURDAY. Jesus, you're being PAID woman. If you're going to make demands about us being on time all the time then the least you could do would be to act like you value promptness in yourself. Freaking double standards.

This weekend was alright I guess. I went up to the country, got some fresh air and a chance to run away from all the responsibility that I've taken on.

While up there I did a bunch of yard work. The first thing I did on Saturday afternoon was mow the lawn. It'd been quite awhile since I had done that and in the meantime the caretaker had gotten a new lawnmower. Still after a little fiddling I got it running and I started in on the old pattern that my father used to do with it. Things went pretty smoothly except at one point the lawnmower started spitting out clouds of blue smoke. It turned out I was just overpriming it though (I am used to much older engines that do require repriming after even a small amount of rest).

Mowing the lawn made me think about a bunch of things. How different the world looks at 20 than it did at 12 (I remember being full of boundless energy for lawn mowing at 12 but just not having the strength or stamina to push the mower over the whole lawn before resting. At 20 I have no problem doing the lawn but I just don't have that hyperactive enthusiasm.)

After the lawn I watched DVDs and went to sleep early since without late night TV or the internet there was no reason to stay up. Maybe I should just abandon late night TV and the internet.

On Sunday I did a bunch of gardening. I cleared a whole patch of Forsythia by yanking it out by the roots (Gardening for me is fun only insofar as I get to rip things up and break things. Ripping trees out of the ground qualifies as fun. Planting little frou-frou flowers does not) only to find out that it was covering the old spetic tank cover. D'OH. We'll plant something there to cover it again but it's sort of amusing that my great idea of ripping by the roots so it wouldn't grow back turned out to be a bad idea it won't grow back.

I also tore a few small trees out of the ground by the roots. Nothing too huge, just a few 7-8' tall 4-5" diameter ones. They came much more easily than the Forsythia. Still ripping a tree out of the ground is great fun and I highly suggest that people take an opportunity to do it.

Maybe one day I'll be able to actually leave my property but right now I'm content to be able to spend some time in the country re-aquainting myself with my non-city side. I don't like how one sided I've become. I need to be able to exist in a rural/wilderness setting. It's part of my self view.

I didn't eat well and I didn't get a lot of school work done but those are just areas to work on next time. Soon I will get my driver's license and then I will actually be able to use my own house. That'll be boffo.

At least gardening is good exercise. Several times I pushed so hard that I had to actually sit down. And it's much more fun than pumping iron or riding on an exercycle.

Tomorrow: Work. Better get some damned sleep. Also a spanish test. Gah.
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