depressed and happy at the same time
I planted the bower in mid-April right before I went to the hospital and now it looks glorious in its rich mink collar
I'm cooking even more black beans they are happy to live in me in spite of me farting so much my nightgown balloons out in back like a circus trick when I get up or run etc

I built this thing using the directions for about six seconds I do much better intuitively I still don't understand the "cup holder" which is simply a piece of bent wire and I mantled then dismantled the warming rack which I think is where you are supposed to let your "meat rest" which my bean burgers do not require

I planted my sedums and some other stuff and stuck it in front of The Surfer's window because the rain would not stop though it has now and I'm typing this on the deck in a sweatshirt and my men's pajama bottoms from Sears

I also planted three of my tomato starts which were getting so big they almost have flowers they're not interesting enough for a photo yet

I locked myself out of the house this morning and had to remember under which tree I had planted my spare key it was this one

this is what my kitchen table looked like after I went to the farmers market I bought the fruit at the Duck Blood store in the city this photo makes me want to cry it is so full of riches including the table itself

it's hard to write and my stomach still bothers and aches and hurts though I take zofran every day now for nausea

I am utterly happy and also depressed and probably skimming the edge of mania I wish you could all hear the birds out here

Love