Wednesday, August 15, 2012
on not being busy, and calling all Vermonters
We've been living at the farm lately, and I loose myself here. Ignoring my computer for a few days which is so good for me since I normally feel like a fucking slave to it. What I want to tell you is that I'm not busy. I read this article (thanks to L&B for pointing it out) about how new yorkers love to talk about how busy they are; and I realize I've done that a lot this year. It's annoying - when someone talks about how busy they are because really it sounds like a boast. And there's a place for boasting, but openly and without foil please! The humble boast irritates me like nothing else. It irritates me like Paul Ryan talking about Ayn Rand irritates me. It irritates me like people who are against wind power irritate me. Or like when people in rest areas fumble through the doors trying not to touch the handle because of germs. Ooh this is fun...
Anyway, I'm loafing! puttering! gardening! toodle-ing! I didn't touch flowers for a few weeks, then the poppies started to bloom and I did what any one of you cutters would do; I snipped them and made it into an arrangement. All flowers from the farm. Felt good.
Look, I have a message for any of you Vermonters reading; if I haven't turned you off with my ranting; I need some help. Saipua is coming to Stowe for a big job next weekend and I'm looking for some help (we pay 20/hour some gardening/floral experience needed) and I'm also looking for someone who might have a big garden with things in it I might cut and buy. Like we have this gorgeous wild clematis that grows all over here that I want to exist there...if you're interested email me.