Home of the $200 Tomato

I'm proud to present my most recent project.  And one I actually finished.  Wait, can you ever consider a garden finished before harvest?

The friendly Home Depot delivery guy was kind enough to not just dump forty 60lb blocks on the curb.  But I did have to haul them one at a time to the side yard.  Because I am weak, Kacey had mercy on me and hauled the last eight.  To be fair, I did not collapse in a quivering mass of expended muscle.  He stepped in after I gave myself a minor concussion with the hand truck.  Don't ask, I'm not really sure how I did that to myself.

Did I mention that I split concrete blocks with my bare hands...and tools

Lettuce and peas are planted.  Veggie starts are ready to go in.  Drip irrigation is next.  Those first carrots and peas will taste extra good.  Keeping the organic fruit and veggie delivery probably would have been less expensive.

So much to do. So I do nothing.

My  hermit-hibernation-world-avoidance tactics began much earlier than usual this year. Without going into details, let's just say I had a summer that started with great intentions (hence reviving the blog) that got derailed. Withdrawing has been one of my preferred coping mechanisms. I have always chalked it up to gloomy northwest seasonal affective disorder. Taking to ones bed at the height of summer could not be attributed to winter blues. I realized I needed to work out my shit. Admittedly this is a work in progress. So I'm working my way through some self help books, much to my cynical self's dismay. I'm surprised to find that the journaling and reflective exercises do seem to be helping my head. I'm feeling more productive and less overwhelmed. I'm wanting to tackle projects again. And instead of looking at these tasks as some sort of checklist of my failures, I'm using projects to re-engage with the world. I'm trying to fake it until I am back to being excited about new challenges.

I decided to start this new year by doing one new, rejuvenating, or creative thing a day. Hopefully more than one "thing" most days. But I believe in attainable goals, so I aimed low. So far, so good.

January 1: Made full on dinner including a new roasted potato recipe. Delicious.

January 2: Got back to pilates floor work. The hundred, when did you get so tiring?

January 3: Hot yoga. I think I sprained my belly button. Seriously. The rest of my abs feel fine. I had forgotten that blissful place my head becomes when I'm focused and quiet for 90 minutes.

January 4: Tackling a handbag project I started two years ago. I'm remembering why I set this one aside. The directions are in a negative 8 font, printed on a bright background. Amy Butler's designs are lovely but this pattern book may give me a migraine.