Git-r-done!

So I've been quite productive for the last month or so and my fruitfulness is encouraging. I've knitted a few items, planted a small jungle's worth of plants in the new backyard and pretty much packed up all of my unessential belongings in anticipation of the move (which is coming up in less than 2 weeks). I suppose the sudden turn-around could be attributed to my excitement about the new apartment. You know, new beginnings...blah blah blah. But whatever the cause, I'm grateful for my new and improved outlook. Well, it's not really a 'new' outlook. It's the same one I usually have, I just have it again after having lost it. Follow?

But some things never change no matter how chipper I may be. I may have knitted a few items but I haven't actually finished any of them. They are, in essence, complete but each needs a few finishing touches. My yoga mat bag needs a strap or handle of some sort and the throw pillow should probably have a trim along the edge. But I can't decide on the specifics of either so I just put the projects away for another day. And the table runner I'm knitting for a housewarming gift has a long way to go. I guess I didn't think about table runners being 4 feet long. I probably should've stuck with something a bit more compact.

I would go on to relate my procrastination in regards to the garden but I think I deserve more credit than that. This garden has been a lot of work. Before we started, the backyard was nothing but a few patches of grass-like weeds surrounded by trees and overgrowth. Let me stop myself here and explain something; we have not moved into the new apartment yet but we're friends with one of the soon-to-be housemates so working on the backyard before actually moving in doesn't feel as awkward as it probably should. We have, in the past month, cleared all the unwanted brush and trees, dug up a layer of bricks that once formed a large border around the trees, dug a fire pit and lined it with said bricks, created a gravel area around the fire pit and planted some border plants around that, planted five other groups of plants, brought in some larger rocks, created an outdoor artpiece and brought in two benches for a seating area. I have been so dirty and sweaty and mosquito-plagued that I dare not even attempt to ridicule my efforts. I've never actually been a big fan of gardening but it certainly feels nice to get dirty. I would say that I feel more connected with the earth but that's kinda cheesy. Almost as cheesy as saying "I feel more grounded". But I do. Really. I'm hoping to utilize the new garden area for parties and relaxation. Maybe a little Qigong on the weekends or something.

Oh and the packing. I don't even want to start on that. Somehow, I accumulate so much stuff over time. But most of it is unique, beautiful or useful and that makes me feel better. I love yardsales, thrift shops, and antique stores and that's where I get most of my household items. I'm excited to see all of my new possessions come together in one random yet congruent home.

Ham

Just the mere thought of a giant chunk of ham roasting in my oven waiting for me to slice through its plump, pink flesh makes me weak in the knees. But somehow this delicate adoration instantly turns into savage gluttony when the first morsel is placed in my salivating mouth eventually leaving me, clothed only in a pair of dingy boxers, clutching the carcass in my bare hands, gnawing relentlessly at whatever scraps of meat may remain entwined within the tangles of sinew and bone.

I LOVE HAM!