May 7, 2011
I have decided this year to plant a square foot garden. So far I have only managed to plant 1 single square foot due to the impatience of my gardening companion and inability to remember the number of the padlock on the garden shed.
Today I snuck into the garden hopeful of Lord knows what to discover the general area of the community garden is water logged! Managed to pull some of the more determined and embedded weeds amid the strawberry plant and noted an increase in the slug populous.
This is either my fourth or fifth year in that garden and this year my soil is actually looking a rich, dark colour with a plethora of worms twisting through it. This is major progress after gardening in dry and belligerent clay and the debris of a fish and chips shop for the past whatever number of seasons.
My closest and trusted gardening expert Mme Beespeaker has advised that the May weekend around Victoria Day is a perfect time to plant a garden and recover from pondering the depressive news of the election outcome.
May 5, 2011
Have just sourced the origin of the music I am using for my floor routine at the impending Adult Gymnastics Meet. It is from a film with a completely psychotic looking horse in it. Am never going to live this down, when my males get their eyes on it.
Shameful. Still could not bring myself to embrace the Mask of Zorro theme music. And the choices are limited when it’s 1 minute long and a sport populated largely by 9 year olds.
May 1, 2011
Glutei
Your glutus maximus is, surprisingly, relaxed when you are standing. However, when rising from sitting or stooped position it is engaged. There’s a cross stitch arrangement of nerves in this area of the body I had not accounted for.
The S.I joint remains for me the dodgy hinge on a cupboard, that threatens to drop the door onto your forehead someday if you’re unlucky. The pesky might of mechanics within these parts!
May 1, 2011
weather blends
shining, pretty good, 80-90, north easterly, well scattered, keen Easterly. bags of sunshine, brisk, noticeable, misty low cloud, odd, more particularly, not just, moving on, keeps the chance, elsewhere, plenty, quite, thundery, pleasant, somewhere, could see, drifting, going to be, exposed, as you can see, a brisk one, it will burn, sheltered spots, worries about frost, none.
April 30, 2011
There are a number of things that frustrated me in an article I read today, which I summarize here:
a) The writing life is not a departure point for a discussion on anything, least of all literature. Literature has virtually nothing to do with it. Those of us who are interested and passionate about literature do not care for the fripperies of the writing life thus journalists would do well to cease asking writers mind-numbing questions about it. Writers in turn could show some spine and initiative and refuse to answer them.
b) Vancouver literature is often remarked on as though it began in the 1990’s. It didn’t. Writers intending to remark on it would do well to go and actually read some of it pre 1990’s-2000.