I Have Baby Tomatoes In Less Than A Week

I planted 19 varieties of eggplant, peppers, and tomatoes Thursday, now Monday, I have baby beefsteaks sprouted already. I hope everything I planted thrives. When it snows outside like it has this weekend, this gives me hope of a green future. I need to make room under my grow lights. I have a heat mat on my piano bench that is not near the grow lights. I need more lights. I have tons of seeds, mostly left over from last year and years prior. I did buy more, I can’t stop myself.

I took my first high potency Vitamin D today

Not pictured are my vitamin D capsules. This was the lasagna my boyfriend made for Christmas dinner. Like most things he cooks it was delicious. Unlike the meds I am prescribed I don’t have to read a bunch of warnings that make me scared to try it. I was scared to start the vitamin D, would it make me get sick to my stomach? Would it cause another stroke? WTF? I put off starting it until today because yesterday my stomach was already a little queasy for some reason. I did take it today, I have pains in my feet and arms but I think it is my usual pains that happen too often lately.

Later today I hope to do some baking experiments. Perhaps I could try to take a pic of my finished cookies if they are edible.

I sold a postcard yesterday ($4) and a lot of books today ($12) so that is more than I sold in December. Hopefully I can get back into the habit of paying off my credit card. I have not listed anything new in a long time so I hope to get back into the groove of doing that the rest of this week too. I am hoping the extra vitamin D gives me the energy to do everything I need to do. Maybe even the energy to post here more often. I often wonder how I managed to write everyday within a year after my stroke. I was still taking a daily nap back then. Most days now I can do without a nap as long as I don’t wake up too early.

What really prompted me to write a post today was an article about a women “earning” $1.5 million on an only fans account. She wants it to live off grid. WTF? I am not going to open an only fans account, that would be futile since I am basically the furthest from sexy I have ever been. Please brainstorm with me other ways I could earn enough to buy some real estate to live off grid, with my little greenhouse in a food forest and random rock collection.

It Is 3AM Do You Know Where Your Blogger Is?

Not sleeping. At the moment I am thinking of my plants. I am thinking of my old computer that is almost unusable. I am thinking of my new computer and how am I going to pay for it every month. I don’t know how people live with just phones for online access.

My bf is snoring extra loud and I’m trying not to wake him up. My arm muscle is twitching in spasms. I would like to read more of my book but the light is either too blinding or not enough to see clearly.

I need to post my #wordle score

Wordle 343 4/6

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I don’t understand what other people’s beef is about people posting their #wordle score on social media. Tell me where it hurts?

I am not trying to brag, I am trying to challenge my own brain, I am a stroke survivor. I need little “games” and distractions to keep my brain working. It is so easy to shut down. It is so easy to shut me out, everyone has been ignoring me my whole life, so keep on ignoring go about your day.

Yes there are millions of important other things in the world, so let me know what concerns you? Name a topic and lets discuss. Of course there are a few topics I ignore, like gaming (I just suck at it so it holds no interest for me).

Can we put the social back in social media? According to #twitter, no social media for me. LIKE EVER. Fuck me. Fuck Twitter, I spent years on there.

You guessed it, I have no social life. I don’t want to be social with 75% (or more) of people. I do want to combat climate change that would help 100% of people. I do want gun control that would benefit the world. I want women to be 100% in control of their own bodies. I don’t want META to monopolize my info, and also skew perceptions.

Look at my #wordle score and try to be happy for me that I can still think sometimes when I can not do much else.

I am still incapacitated by sadness

First visit from the grandkids since covid started.

That was a happy day. The kids wanted to get their kites flying even though there was no wind. They came to get one of my younger son’s nerf guns I had in my storage area. The excitement of all the talking, dinner, outside running (by them, not me) left me fatigued. That has been normal for me after my stroke. I can only handle like three things in one day, not three million.

Today reading small snippets of the news made me so sad. I physically cried off and on thinking about it. I did a of laundry and watered my plants. I ate a dinner of a cheese stick and a roll. The rest of the time I watched youtube videos of Portugal and rescue animals. I am waiting for it to cool off enough to bake banana bread. I am still wondering how so many can not see the need to do something proactive that is not insane. We should not expect veterans to have to work in their golden years trying to protect school children. We should not expect teachers to teach and do the job of the trained swat team that took too long. We should not have to bear witness to those with no empathy or regard to life while they sit protected in their gun love fest that is not allowing guns. They will listed to other dumb horrible people yammer on about getting gun hard-ons. They will say a useless and meaningless short prayer without even thinking about young lives flashing by and gone too soon. Fuck them all, they are MONSTERS. Fuck the NRA.

Fuck all corporate greed and greedy guys who carry on without any fucks to give.

I shared a quote from Charles M. Blow (I used to follow him on Twitter, now that Twitter suspended me I can not view much on their platform, so Fuck Twitter too with a capital F); “One does not have to operate with malice to do great harm. The absence of empathy and understanding are sufficient.”

I lost my twitter appeal




“Hello,

Your account has been suspended and will not be restored because it was found to be violating the Twitter Terms of Service, specifically the Twitter Rules against participating in targeted abuse.

In order to ensure that people feel safe expressing diverse opinions and beliefs on our platform, we do not tolerate abusive behavior. This includes inciting other people to engage in the targeted harassment of someone.”
 
I am deemed by them to be a BAD influence…yet dump jr is still on their spewing his hate with his backdrop of biden hanging from a helicopter. OK twitter, your choice. Now that I have something in common with the orange blob, maybe I can deprogram his kult? I am trying to be more productive with all my newly freed up time. Of course I am not going to use my time to try to connect with other people like twitter allowed me to have 17,000 followers, not a single one of them even messaged me to see if I am ok. Just like real life, I have no real friends.

I set all my seedlings out on the patio to harden off. I decided they needed tough love since I was getting dizzy bringing them out one or two at a time. (I can only use one hand so can not handle a heavy tray) My arm still hurt yesterday and I am not sure what I strained it on. The heaviest thing I lifted was a watering can.

I did not see the fox family outside yesterday, I did look out around the same time in the evening. I assume momma took them somewhere else to play. I think I hear them yip/chirp once in awhile, previously I thought that sound was a bird.

I did not see the hummingbird return after I hung out my new feeder. I am wondering if I should paint some red on the top of the lid to attract them? I hope some of my wildflowers grow that might help draw them in.

I was kicked off Twitter Again

Last years’s container garden

I had over 17,100 followers. I was on it everyday when I was not banned. I learned to spend less time on there because it did take away precious time from real life. The good things I will miss about twitter was sharing many animal rescue petitions, ebay listings for both myself (and my bf since I list some things for him) and my daughter (she is trying to start a new vintage resale biz), #StrokeAwarenessMonth posts, some of the people I followed were wonderful and famous like Stella Parton, Stephen King, Patricia Arquette. Mostly I spent more time on twitter trying to get rid of donald dump from the political scene. Who would have ever thought that such a loser would be one of the leaders of a horrible hate Kult? His followers are either brainwashed or just as horribly deplorable people as his racist, rapist, grifting lying family. If you are one of his fans, please stop following me. WordPress is for now my soapbox whilst (I have been watching a lot of foreign youtube and netflix) my Twitter account goes through the appeal process which is far less just than American justice.

Things in real life I will be hopefully spending more time on is my container garden (I live in an apartment). I asked the apartment manager last year if I could use part of the expansive lawn (that no one uses) to build a raised bed. She looked at me like I lost my f*cking mind, before she quickly said no. She told me to plant in the narrow space between the lawn and building that gets mostly pelted with rain coming off the part of the roof without gutters. Also, I was to do this in front of other peoples patio’s and windows? Excuse me I respect people’s private space as I hope others stay the F away from my windows too. So this year I have tiny seedlings I started, last year I started earlier and they grew bigger by this time. I have added a few more grow lights but my only two window spaces face northwest…mostly north. I have my bee waterer set out (shown above in last years pic) and I might make a second one this year that perhaps could also be a bird bath. Why are bird baths so expensive? I like the concrete ones but they are too heavy for me. I would love to hang my bird feeder farther out in the “lawn”, but I am not allowed to block the path of the person paid to mow the grass so short he scrapes dirt. There are good things and bad things about this years garden possibilities. Bad is the place I got some amazing geraniums and other plants is out of business, they planned on retiring before covid and their place sold last year. Good is my son and daughter in law said I could do some container gardening on their land. Bad is I don’t know if I have enough time and money to plant all the seedlings I started. Oh well, at least I am not totally banned from gardening too. Now I need to have 17,000 followers on wordpress.

My Body Hurts

This was my favorite sculpture at the art park. It was called “Dervish”

It has been a few days since walking around the art park. My body still hurts. My left foot is swollen a bit and it is not even hot out.

I have to plant my eggplant, pepper, and tomato plants before I go out of state to babysit my granddaughter for a week. It is supposed to rain everyday, I will have to try to do it between raindrops.

I made a short youtube video of daisies blowing in the breeze. If you want to see it, here is the link: https://youtu.be/I3FHQdLsZMI

I Saw A Lot Of Wildflowers Today

I love Daisies

And these purple ones

I walked as much as I could today. We went to an art park. It had equal amount of interesting nature and great views. I noticed the wildflowers first. They had fields of them.

I am sore now. For some reason I hurt for days after walking. My knees are the first to complain. They were ready to give up. I need to keep on keeping on. I hope to lose enough weight this summer to make a difference in my strength and endurance. I hate feeling like I am 100 years old.