In Which I Devise a Plan

Oh, god, folks I am just floundering here.  I can’t even tell you.  I don’t know if it’s the holidays or the lack of sun or what, but damn.  I’m through the wringer a couple of times.  In times like this, it’s best to try to figure out something to do, to plan, and to move forward with, so that you can take your mind off whatever it’s churning.

Yesterday, I planned my herb garden.

Today, I’m planning my bottle tree.  As you recall, the Butcher has chopped down all of my suitable dead trees, so my new plan is to get a post and some long nails and make one myself.  I’ll talk Dad into going with me to pick out the post so that I can put it in his van.  Otherwise, I don’t think I have room long enough in my car.

And then I’m going to stick it where the scrub pines were.

I’ve decided, too, that I’m going to stick hollyhocks in that bed, because even if the peonies all come up, that’s only four and that’s going to be somewhat bare.  And daisies!  And sunflowers!  I want that to be a mess of flowers.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve got.

Who’s Watching Out for Us?

There’s quite a bit that’s appalling about this story and S-Town Mike covers it ably.  But might I point out that people who are afraid that their water may be contaminated from coal sludge are being told to boil their water?!

This would be hilarious if it wasn’t putting people’s health in danger.  Folks, boiling your water kills living organisms.  It doesn’t do anything to protect you from any non-living contaminants in the water; it just makes them hotter.

Is it too much to ask that our state government maybe advocate for us to not be poisoned by the stuff in our state?

Just wondering.

Hurray!

Some of my best friends in the whole world are only five and a half hours from arriving at my house!

I hope Plimco brings her camera, because if there’s anyone in the whole world who will appreciate a creepy greenhouse, it’s her.  And I cannot wait to hear about Dr. J’s new house and new job and I have to ask the Queen how that Jack Daniel’s commercial got all that snow anyway.

Hold off, rain!  That’s all I can say.  Hold off, rain!