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[crossposted here and in norcalgardening]

I'm pretty happy. I've got a rough plan for my square-foot gardening scheme. I'll probably be doing tomatoes, cukes, broccoli (I know it may not grow if it gets too hot), marigolds, bush beans, beets, cabbage, carrots, basil, radishes, and lettuce. If I've got enough space, I'll also do pole beans, garlic, onions, melon or squash, and zucchini.

The square-foot garden is based on a 4'x4' "block", with each square foot planted with something different (with, of course, duplicates of some things, notably tomatoes). I plan to start with one block and then see if I have the time/energy/money/etc. to start a second block. (someotherguy & sogwife: click the link and see how he's updated the layout and uses boxes instead of walkways now. That'll fit in great with those boxes already in place at Bushrod.)

So I guess this is my new hobby. I haven't had a new hobby in a long time, and I've been trying to get this going since we moved here, more than two years ago, so I'm beyond excited.

I'm also going to build or buy some vertical frames for the climbing stuff (tomatoes, cukes, pole beans, and believe it or not melons/winter squash). I will go looking at the garden store, and if they don't have what I need, I'll build it myself.

*bounce*!

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I comfort my nagging work ethic by telling it that even when I'm just
staring off into space, as long as I answer the phone or serve people who
come to the desk, I'm doing my job, the job they're paying me for.

Which is a good thing, because other than answering the phone and
daydreaming about my new garden, I've done precisely jack shit today.

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About an hour ago, the sleepiness hit me.

Maybe staying up until the wee hours reading a gardening book isn't the wisest choice, but hey, New Project Energy.

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To the nearest entry:

In my LJ one year ago: I was liking the work at Ikea, but my feet were hating it. I chose a street fair with someotherguy over sex. I alluded to making it through another anniversary (what would have been my anniversary with cute-poet-chick, usually an emotional time for me) without imploding (just did that again this week, of course, with only one crying jag). I blessed the chance to reconnect with lcohen.

In my LJ two years ago: I was hanging around the house getting over a stomach bug. Joy.

In my LJ three years ago: I wished a friend a happy birthday. I was having a really rough anniversary, but I was still really happy. I was calling intenselaura "the crush object". [Which made me think about the fact that I haven't really talked with her in months, and while that makes me sad on one level, it feels okay on another level, because she and I have always resisted putting any expectations on each other, which I think has preserved our comfort when we do connect.]

In my LJ four years ago: I wished the same friend a happy birthday.

In my LJ five years ago: Not on LJ yet. My first post was made on my 35th birthday, about a week after 9/11, and I don't mention 9/11 at all, only my birthday. This is weird, especially considering how glued to the whole thing cute-poet-chick and I were.