today...

my 13 seconds of fame...

you appeared in my dream last night...

 I love kale. I am currently attempting to grow some in my backyard, but I gotta say it isn't going very well. I made some kale for lunch yesterday, drizzled some tahini style dressing on it, ate it up. Yum.

On my to do list (leftover from last weekend) is the chore of clearing out the compost bin. I have intentionally stopped adding stuff to it to give what is in there a chance to break down. It was pretty much ready to go in the raised beds. Here is what it looked like:

black and white makes everything look awesome

Looks good in color as well. 

So, after emptying out the finished compost, I had to dump all the kitchen scraps I have been saving in my freezer. It was getting a little out of control, and I was running out of space.

I have been working on my goals list for next year.  I can't say that having a list does any good. For instance, here is my list from last year:

- Start a blog

- Try something new every week
- Send in one job application a week
- learn Spanish (with the aid of an, ahem, gifted copy of Rosetta Stone)
- Volunteer as a conversation partner at the library downtown (will help with the Spanish as well)
- Rejoin the Columbia art center so I can make pottery again
- Paint bedroom #2 and hallway

Other than starting the blog and the job application bit, I haven't done anything on the list. I tried Rosetta Stone for a few months but became quite bored with it. So, the conversation partner thing kinda fell away at the same time. I still haven't painted the bedroom, and now I want to add painting the living room to the list. I haven't joined the art center for financial reasons. Between the money I spent to remove fallen trees and getting my timing belt replaced on my car, I am tapped out for cash and have actually been carrying a balance on my credit card for a few months. My first goal is to get that gone.

A girl can dream though....Things I want to learn next year:

Fiddle. Starting in January/February I want to take a few fiddle/violin lessons so I can learn the basics, and then see what happens from there. I found a local fella who gives lessons pretty cheaply. 

Knitting. I can try this on my own, and it seems pretty inexpensive. 

Spanish. Eh....

That's it boys and girls. What are your goals?

Steady

Press at the press conference.

Occupy Update: 1. 19 people were arrested for staying on the state house grounds after our brilliant governor said that protesting after 6PM was against the law. 2. A few weeks later the charges were dropped by the solicitor for, uh, being bullshit. 3. There is also a civil lawsuit pending against Nikki Haley for her poorly thought out decision to illegally evict the peaceful protestors. 4. A state judge has issued a temporary restraining order against the governor disallowing her from evicting the protesters, and also allowed them tents. 5. The governor asked that the case be removed to federal court.

Lawyers and protesters after the charges were dismissed.

Peanut!

Not sure the water should look like this.

 Word was announced that Walmart has plans to build three new Walmart or Walmart Express stores within the city limits. It's a horrible idea. The largest site is located in my neighborhood. They want to basically build over an already troubled creek, the Rocky Branch Creek. The one that contributes to the 5 Points flooding every time there is a rainstorm. Because it is already over-worked. So they want to just fuck it up a little bit more. Some of us are going to head over to the creek today to clean it up. There is a ton of trash in it. The hope is that a greenway could be put there, instead of a Walmart. Sounds like a good idea to me!

Brains!!!

before I forget....

Some days these weeks seem like years. I play them slow.

Yesterday my steady gaze was one game I played. Those tempered words, the adjectives I've thrown around when you aren't around are revealing. I respond to your voice in front of me but I don't make noise.

I used to be alive. When years ago words flowed in my veins like fire. I remember that warmth.

Only now...I feel like I've been exhaling for years. I've tried gasping but it does no good. I've been submerged for decades, inside for a lifetime. Slam fists against my ribs. It will barely leave a bruise. That's what happens when your blood starts to cool.