I’ve been reading Dak over at the Conf. the last few days. I have a lot to say about the two subjects she’s writing but, I plan to take my time. Anyway! Something magic arrived in my poor old garden that is fab.
I thought it might have been something I planted ages ago but no! It’s like a Cup of Gold vine, only with the tiniest flowers ever. And they are scented, too. I’m thinking that it’s a very old fashioned vine from ages ago — maybe even the 30’s — my place dates from that era.
Anyway, I’ll garden a little and then think up a reply to all the things Dak has said. I have my own take on what happened to cause me to be underemployed and it is so non-pretty you won’t even believe it.
I’m going to write a novel about it actually. Soon. Maybe at next year’s Nanowrimo. That pace works for me.
I’ll try and take a picture of that charming little vine. When I was working I always frequented stores to buy seeds and plants and bulbs. Now that I’m not? I’ll take cuttings! hahahahah!
My gen really got fucked over by the corporation. I will be telling that tale.