Summer begins with a bang and some gardening

     Now that that introduction, written a half-month ago, is out of the way, it’s time for a real honest-to-god post. On the triumph (of the human spirit) that is summer. I have been out of school all of one day and already I feel the swooping, irrepressible ecstasy that invariably accompanies summer break. Yesterday was graduation and the day before that, the eighth grade’s trip to King’s Dominion. And today—wonder of all wonders, glory of all glories—I did nothing, except earn eight dollars babysitting for 90 minutes and hang out with my guinea pig and bunny rabbit. Oh, and I did happen to watch at least eight episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, my new favorite show. Jesus, that bomb scare in season two floored me—what the hell was that? And Christina Ricci’s appearance as the terrified paramedic responsible for the life of the man in which the bomb-type-thing is lodged sent me clapping and dancing around my room like a demented seal. This—thxis lazy, almost wastefully empty vacation—is how I keep going in the school year.

     But worry not, sweet reader! I will not squander my precious days of freedom. Last Sunday I planted my mother’s potted herb garden. I went and bought some plants downtown with a couple of friends and spent the next couple of hours planting sage, thyme, dill, oregano, and lavender, adding on to what was left of last year’s rosemary and mint (the rosemary was mercilessly pruned into shape.) I also bought a tomato plant and a strawberry plant and potted them, too—not exactly herbs, but who gives a fuck? Not me. I’ll have tomatoes and strawberries and oh, yeah, basil (pesto! Heheheh) by summer’s end. I WILL BE RICH! Almost. Not really, though.

     In the coming days I’m tackling a few other gardening projects, to continue on with the spirit of The Green Thumb. That last thought doesn’t make any sense. I’m going to buy some pretty flowers, pot them, and set them up my patio. Like that. Bam bam bam. This will be my life in the months to come…I will plant like a fucking professional planter. With a trowel! And some dirt! Yeah!
     Well, that’s it for today. I’ll keep you posted on my gardening progress and a few other projects I’m thinking about. Good night, all.