Intervention?
So, after a long, slow (endless!) and boring day at work, I met one of my co-workers at the community garden that is on part of our property at work. The purpose of this meeting was so that he could show me where his plot was so that I could pick vegetables and water the plants when he goes on vacation. He mentioned that next year I could also have my own garden here and how for him .... it isn't so much about the vegetables.... it is a kind of therapy.... working on the garden and not being at work. That is when I started to suspect that this little field trip to the garden might possibly be an intervention of sorts. In other words... hey Torrie, how about instead of breaking into abandoned houses, taking water to smelly baby vultures, filling your car with props so it looks like you are living out of it, and cutting down weeds on property that you don't own.... you grow some vegetables?!!
Yeah... I'm catching on ... and I will water his plants and pick the string beans and broccoli and turn the squash when he goes on vacation.... but when he asks me... "So what did you do fun after work?" ... I am NOT going to say.... well, I got some tools together and went the the slaughterhouse, used my brush ax to cut a path through the weeds to the door so that I could check on the baby vultures in the attic (they were fine) and then I worked for quite awhile on taking the broken latches and padlocks that the state park service had put on the door to keep people out (but they didn't keep people out because they just cut through them and now they are just hanging uselessly and unattractively off the door), off ... because I didn't like the way that they looked in my photos (yeah... I could have photoshopped them out, but I'm not that good at that) and now I don't have to worry about it... because they are gone for good! Mission accomplished!) and then I took some pictures and went home when it started to get dark. Nope... I'm not going to say ANY of that!! I am learning to keep my adventures to myself. It's OK... I know they mean well even though they don't get me... and personally, I don't really understand the things that they do for fun either... so I guess we are even!
The point is.... I'm learning.... to keep my mouth shut... and when broccoli and brussel sprouts are ready to be picked.... I'm feeling the need for a long road trip.... all by myself (or some new friends that I can share my adventures with... that get it and get me!)
Intervention?
So, after a long, slow (endless!) and boring day at work, I met one of my co-workers at the community garden that is on part of our property at work. The purpose of this meeting was so that he could show me where his plot was so that I could pick vegetables and water the plants when he goes on vacation. He mentioned that next year I could also have my own garden here and how for him .... it isn't so much about the vegetables.... it is a kind of therapy.... working on the garden and not being at work. That is when I started to suspect that this little field trip to the garden might possibly be an intervention of sorts. In other words... hey Torrie, how about instead of breaking into abandoned houses, taking water to smelly baby vultures, filling your car with props so it looks like you are living out of it, and cutting down weeds on property that you don't own.... you grow some vegetables?!!
Yeah... I'm catching on ... and I will water his plants and pick the string beans and broccoli and turn the squash when he goes on vacation.... but when he asks me... "So what did you do fun after work?" ... I am NOT going to say.... well, I got some tools together and went the the slaughterhouse, used my brush ax to cut a path through the weeds to the door so that I could check on the baby vultures in the attic (they were fine) and then I worked for quite awhile on taking the broken latches and padlocks that the state park service had put on the door to keep people out (but they didn't keep people out because they just cut through them and now they are just hanging uselessly and unattractively off the door), off ... because I didn't like the way that they looked in my photos (yeah... I could have photoshopped them out, but I'm not that good at that) and now I don't have to worry about it... because they are gone for good! Mission accomplished!) and then I took some pictures and went home when it started to get dark. Nope... I'm not going to say ANY of that!! I am learning to keep my adventures to myself. It's OK... I know they mean well even though they don't get me... and personally, I don't really understand the things that they do for fun either... so I guess we are even!
The point is.... I'm learning.... to keep my mouth shut... and when broccoli and brussel sprouts are ready to be picked.... I'm feeling the need for a long road trip.... all by myself (or some new friends that I can share my adventures with... that get it and get me!)