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June 23, 2009
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I am taking a brief breather at my desk at home. The sun is filtering through the front window and making Irving into a golden, glowing statue. In a few minutes I will head back into Manhattan. This trip home was unexpected; when I got to work this morning I discovered that I did not have my wallet. I tried to ignore the fact that it was gone for several hours, but the reality of dinner plans and needing to get on a plane tomorrow (with my license) won out. Of course, it wasn't lost- just left on the kitchen table by its absent-minded owner who continuously catches herself halfway down the block en route to work wearing her slippers. By this evening I will have spent almost four hours commuting back and forth into Manhattan. That seems something just short of ridiculous.
The one benefit of this extracurricular jaunt back to Brooklyn was seeing the sun glint off our garden. I really do not think that our plants have gotten a strong dose of sunlight in several weeks and I figure if that gets me down in the dumps, it must really bum out our tomatoes. When I arrived home the green stalks and vines were encased in golden afternoon sun. The yellow cucumber and tomato blossoms were tilted upward toward the sky and little green fruits hung from all of the tangles. I am so excited for our beans, peas, cukes, peppers, tomatoes and eggplants. Each time I look at the garden I beam.
This week I picked up my first pleasure book (as in a book read for fun, not work or school) since December. That must sound terribly pathetic..but I take what I can get. I absolutely love Novella Carpenter's Farm City. It is the perfect blend of humorous memoir and useful, well researched information. Mostly, though, the book has made me think a lot about process- or, more specifically, how different people go about learning and doing things. Shocker of shockers, this goes hand in hand with my dreaming of what our little one will be like.
I am a messy learner. I generally work backwards. Or sideways. Usually it's any method but the classic one. When I see a building that I'm curious about, I scour it for details first, then go home and research the crap out of it. When I wanted a garden, I starting digging...then I read about how it should work. I like learning by doing and am generally not afraid to bungle an effort, as long as the consequences aren't grave. Alexis, on the other hand, is a researcher to the core. When he wants to do something, he will spend weeks reading about every angle of the endeavor. Then, carefully, he will implement his plan. Sometimes we drive one another nuts, but mostly, we are oddly complimentary. The insanely impatient paired with the extremely patient. I can only wonder what Ro-Ro will be like.* And I am impatient for that, too.
*No, that is not her name, though we've taken to calling her that, as in "Hey Ro-Ro, where you at?" Ro-Ro Robie also reminds me of the Go-Bots. Remember them?
Posted by callalillie at June 23, 2009 4:29 PM | Baby
, Garden
, Home
, Introspect
Makes sense to call the future baby something. My nephew was "Groucho" in utero, and his sister was "Zeppi."
Posted by: Divaah46 at June 23, 2009 5:19 PM
Natalie was "Ladybug" in uetero, even after we picked out a name. But now that she's born she's doesn't seem so much like a ladybug. Strangely though, there's tons of ladybugs in our backyard..
Posted by: christine at June 28, 2009 12:54 PM
