I keep forgetting to do everything. Except examine the lettuce which was too thick and wet and did not grow, it stayed dwarfy, so I turned it under.
Today at the midwife, I told her about this condition that is new where it is like I get a 1 day long sprained ankle in the night. She said the good news is that pregnancy is not permanent and so it'll probably go away soon. I bet midwives get a lot of mileage out of that joke.
We are debating whether it is alright to grow food in food grade plastic buckets that were pre-existing in the garage, drilled with drainage holes and looking lonely. I can't even finish that article about toxins in plastic in the New Yorker because it is as frightening as it gets. More frightening then watching Daybreakers, Ethan Hawke and all. Necrotic feasting seems right around the corner some days doesn't it? Not to be too doomy about it.
Pregnancy has turned me into an absent minded hippie.
Could be worse. I could be trying to get a rap career off the ground.
Posted by jessica hopper at June 9, 2010 09:25 PM