Musings

Caging Nature

The summer solstice has passed and the days are beginning to shorten. The seeds I’ve haphazardly put in the ground are beginning to flower as well as some volunteer seedlings that have found their way from the bird feeder. The garden, that had look so barren just a few months ago, is finally filling out.…

Catfishing Potatoes

I’m not claiming to be a great gardener. I enjoy being outside, I like looking at the plants I’ve put in the ground either by seed or by small cutting and watching them flourish. I am constantly scanning a plant with my phone trying to determine if it is indeed what I planned for or…

Being one with Nature

My current favorite thing is sitting in my postage stamp of a backyard, with Bear next to me, soaking up the sun or, as we are now, reveling in the encroaching twilight. We have a small bird bath that, for reasons I’m not sure I understand needs to be filled almost twice a day, is…

Wading in

So, it has been more than a minute since I’ve last posted. So many reasons, but most of it boils down to not having much to say. Or much that I want to confront. Nothing, inherently is wrong. The main job has kept me busy and the secondary job I’ve backburnered because I am quickly…

Future Selves

I’m unsure I ever thought about what kind of adult I would be when I was younger. I don’t believe I ever considered what my life would look like after I left my house and struck out on my own. Even now, I cannot be bothered to make a plan for what I want the…

Disassociation of Shoulders

Cold weather has blown into town with blustery winds and a degree drop at night that has squirrels scrambling for nuts to pack away in their nests before the ground gets too hard to dig into. The wind has me bundling up as well, cursing soundly when sneaky frigid air finds its way underneath my…

Enlightenment Embarrassment

And how long does the embarrassment last on your sudden enlightenment? When you finally realize the song of their people is just a Red Flag Jubilee, what is the actual wallowing period of your obliviousness? What about the mourning period for your goodwill that has been plucked from your psyche like low hanging fruit and…

Stalking Superstitions

It is the random sound in an empty house you cannot locate. Or the flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye you cannot replicate. That itchy feeling in between your shoulder blades you try and blame on an otherwise comfortable shirt. Random smells in a room that no one has been in.…

Exhaustion Spiral

While I was out walking Bear this evening I heard a growing cacophony of birds, crows specifically, spitting out barbs and yelling at some combined opponent in a tree. It was unique enough for me to stop in the middle of the sidewalk to try and take some sort of video, just to prove that…

Confidence Gremlins

Recently I started a new job, moving into a position I am familiar with but the product, not so much. It has been a warm welcome from everyone I encounter, so very different from job I moved from. It is both surprising and concerning all at the same time. Each time I meet someone new,…

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Welcome to Working on a Quirky Graph, my slice of minutia in the webiverse, where I ponder what is creaking about in my brain with stream of consciousness writing. Follow along to see how my adventures are progressing in my new house, walking my way to a new healthy standard and my attempts at gardening.