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oleander56!Aug. 2nd, 2010
Recluse and Peaches
Aug. 2nd, 2010 01:49 pmNot Peaches and Herb. That's a whole other ball game.
We had to go out and get medicine today. It took me forever to get up the gumption to actually get ready to go. I never want to go anywhere anymore. I prefer to stay at home. If I never had to leave the house again, I'd be thrilled. I'm following in the footsteps of Jeff Lynne, it would seem, embracing a very reclusive nature. I'm not really sure why I'm becoming a recluse...and I'm not sure if I really want to take that road, but it's where I'm headed.
On the way back in, I parked the car in our regular spot and Aunt Tudi asked me what that was hanging over one of our fences. I walked out only to find a volunteer peach tree, its branches sagging with the weight of hundreds of peaches. They aren't ripe yet and they're small, about the size of golf balls, but they're on my property which means peach cobbler is in my foreseeable future. Hot damn!
We had to go out and get medicine today. It took me forever to get up the gumption to actually get ready to go. I never want to go anywhere anymore. I prefer to stay at home. If I never had to leave the house again, I'd be thrilled. I'm following in the footsteps of Jeff Lynne, it would seem, embracing a very reclusive nature. I'm not really sure why I'm becoming a recluse...and I'm not sure if I really want to take that road, but it's where I'm headed.
On the way back in, I parked the car in our regular spot and Aunt Tudi asked me what that was hanging over one of our fences. I walked out only to find a volunteer peach tree, its branches sagging with the weight of hundreds of peaches. They aren't ripe yet and they're small, about the size of golf balls, but they're on my property which means peach cobbler is in my foreseeable future. Hot damn!
I just found out that I have to leave the house every day this week except for Friday. I hate this time of the month when we have so much to do and so many places to go. And Aunt Tudi is constantly chanting the schedule by rote to keep it straight in her mind so we won't forget anything, but it drives me crazy. Why why why can I not just keep my hermit ass at home? All I want to do is sleep when I can and write, and let the world fade away to nothingness. Aunt Tudi is the only one who keeps me present in this reality, I swear to the Mighties.
