One thing you may not know about me is that I'm into space. Like, outer space.
I also like my space which is another topic for another day.
Last night I came to the apartment in the city. I came in late because I had been out around collecting plants and things all day, preparing for our giant house plant sale on Sunday. After I unloaded the truck, and by the time I went and got my box of arugula and olives and whatnot it was already 9:30 or so.
I started reading about the current land rover that is exploring Mars. And then I brushed up on my knowledge of Mariner and Voyager. It's fun to close my eyes and really try to imagine what it would be like to be inside Voyager right now. Crossing the heliopause and entering interstellar space. Headed nowhere in the abyss at 17 kilometers per second. That would be the loneliest place I can imagine.
If I wasn't a florist, I'd like to be lots of other things like a spy or an astronaut. I think I'd be good at both because I really like stressful situations and I work well under pressure. I'd be the person you'd want on a spaceship in trouble, trust me! No drama, just getting it done.
I've been teaching a lot lately, both with Nicolette at the Little Flower School and privately through Saipua. I love doing this, watching people experience the excitement of getting it, when the flowers work together suddenly and sing. Tis the season for corporate work too, and we've had our hands full. I like corporate work because it can be simpler and more straight forward...you put the lime in the coconut sort of work. Well, simpler for me because I'm usually not around for it -- Asheley and Deanna have been running that show. Pretty damn well I might say.
Just so we're clear, if we're on a spaceship and the alarms are all going off and flashing red everywhere, I can handle the situation but Asheley and Deanna have to be there too, OK? (Eric can't be there because he has to be home chasing sheep.)
The other thing I have been reading a lot about is the news from the big telescope at the south pole that scientists have detected microwaves that could be proof of inflation at the beginning of the universe. Which affirms the big bang and the expanding universe. (and also, hello? MICROWAVE trend alert!!) When I was little I would lie in bed and think about the edge of the universe and try to think about what was beyond that edge. It would make me very uncomfortable. Now it is a sort exercise to get me out of my head stuff.
Like when someone anonymously writes a comment that my blog has gotten too 'whiny' instead of lashing out and responding with 'go fuck yourself' I can just go to the edge of the universe for a while, where nothing really matters.
Maybe I can audit some physics classes somewhere.