Blog-azic

That's all we are really - energy smears on a quantum fluctuation. In this perspective, irreparable harm takes on a different meaning. I speculated to Susan as we did our Saturday chores. What's the worst I can do? Forced proton decay? Take away your ability to form matter? You'd be a weak energy field diluted over the whole of space. Ah, but we're not much more anyways. Little energy smears going round and round the same path in our solar system at the same relative speed. I watch TNG and I wonder at the endless adventures that a starship crew could find in the cosmos. Bizarre ruptures in space time. Dimensional shifts. Quantum creatures. How extraordinary. And what adventures do I find? A deformed spring beauty (seriously). Peas are up in the garden. New Elvis record. In my world, matter is always perfectly coalesced, time is nice straight line, and quantum fluctuations are a thought experiment, but then again, here I am traveling the same path in space, at the same...

2/23/2014 - Planted peas (two rows) and onions (red; sets) in West Bed. Repaired fence in West Bed. 3/9/2014 - Planted onions (yellow; sets) in East Bed. Moved comfrey, passion flower, and sage.

Since it was a bit after lunch, and since Benji was restless, I put him on a leash and off we went down the road and back on the muddy trail that goes by the pumping station. Mud and more mud (five inches of snow melt) and we're in a floodplain no less, so that I pulled the dog off the path and tracked through the snow and brown brush, but even that I couldn't stand. I'm too turned on to plants and especially poison ivy and I could see all the dormant little fingers of it reaching up through the dirt, not yet in leaf (not for a couple more months) but still irking my good sense to tramp right through it all. So, Benji and me turned around and walked through the abandoned field just north of the house. At one point, I saw a mess of deer tracks stamped in the mud with no real direction to follow. Further on by a drainage creek, I spied an Elder bush and remembered last year: I picked them. No I didn't. But yes I did, just one weekend morning after Susan had gone to Colora...