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July 1st, 2008
03:50 pm - just like i told y'all
So, I've been maintaining a constant low-level chortle at the efforts of certain Ron Paul supporters to establish 'Paulville' in the West Texas Flats. Now, as I find out, they have (drum roll) a WEB SITE. The subtitle is 'Like minded people, coming together!'
What I want to know:
1.) So they're similar to people with minds?
2.) In what sense does a coop that holds land in the shareholders' stead qualify as a libertarian paradise? Sounds like some collectivist poppycock to me.
In other news, life continues apace. Nick, bless him, got me a hose for the garden and it's literally the best labor-saving device I've gotten in the last year and some. I always felt like a pioneer lugging the watering can up and down, up and down the hill to water the vegetable garden- but no longer! I've joined the (20th?) century at last!
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April 13th, 2008
10:04 am - The starlings in their bright mail were feeding on the grass
Virginia Woolf has said everything better than I will ever say it.
That said: the (European) starlings are out in force recently. It seems to be the time of the season for them; always on the way to or from school I'll hear and then see one perched on a power line, warbling loudly, flapping his wings in display. Or maybe it's a she; European starlings aren't sexually dimorphic to the extent that some birds are, so the males and the females look the same to me. (I'm told by the interwebs you can distinguish them by the length of the breast feathers. Ho ho ho.)
The funny thing I saw today was a group of starlings, all sitting in a tree and exhibiting this behavior- and then a robin jumped up into the tree and started doing the same thing. Oh! dear silly Robin.
I know I'm getting older because spring heartens me, it really does. The slow opening of the season, from the wintry camellias and poisonous hellebores to daphne and crocus, star magnolia and daffodil and then, suddenly, lilac, hydrangea, peony, like fireworks; it feels beautiful, moving, meaningful. I fall in love with spring so easily, each time more easily than the last. My affection for the seasons accumulates like the gold scales of sunlight in Woolf's Monday or Tuesday, a wealth of useless sentiment. (No wonder my classmates call me 'grandma'.)
I had two planters on the stoop, and both of them seem to have passed the winter much better than I expected; all of the herbs in them have come back, as opposed to those actually in the ground in the front yard, which are still reluctant. I put in jasmine and daphne that I hope will be lovely and fragrant by summer, but they're taking their time too. There's something unforgiving or unhealthful about the soil in our yard. Perhaps it's just a reminder not to put down roots just yet.
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June 9th, 2007
03:48 pm - done today
Colored my hair, watched Office Space, assembled the grill, did some laundry, pulled out the last of the greens and put in some beans and squash. Also, managed to return an exciting 10 serves in Wii Tennis training. My life so very full.
That said, does anyone want bean or squash starts? (KIRK I TRADE BEANS FOR SHEEP.) I have one of each left over. The former is Blue Lake, a bush-habit green bean, and the latter is something called 'Musque de Provence'. More information on the former here, on the latter here.
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