Sunday, December 4, 2016

Sunday Confessions | 12-4-16



I Confess

So since California has legalized pot and as far as I understand it people are allowed to grow six plants, I was thinking, hey maybe? but then I started perusing a specific subreddit on Reddit about it and dang is it complicated. Or at least they make it out to be. It's a flipping science, way past my attention and understanding level. Like, I was thinking, hey I'll buy some seeds, hopefully get one to sprout, put the plant by the window and ta-da! Apparently, that is not how you go about it, and you have to think about ph levels, nutrition, odor, light source (type, distance, amount), temperature, watering, pruning, male or female, harvest times and changing all the things depending if it's harvest time and a bunch of other things I don't understand. So maybe not. This could explain why I have a "black thumb" most of the time because I depend on the plant to know what it is doing with little help from me.


I Confess

On Saturdays, I have no problems getting up in the morning (this weekend it was fifteen minutes before seven which on a work day there is no getting me out of bed until at least 15 minutes after 7) because that alone time I get is just so YAAAAAAAAAAY. I use to start my chores right away, but then my husband would usually come downstairs by nine, and I would have wasted all that time being busy instead of just reveling in the aloneness on the couch. So now I get a cup of coffee, snuggle up with a cat, and enjoy the silence for an hour. Or more. Depending on how much I "need." Well, to be honest, I'd like a lot more. WHY AM I SUCH A HERMIT. 

He used to get up much earlier, which I found really annoying (ugh, I'm the worst) because the night before he would have been in the living room till 1 or 2 in the morning, then be back down by 8. Like why do you hate me. And he'd want to sit on the couch and play video games, so unless I had the living room clean already, I'd have to try to clean around him somehow. My preference for cleaning is kitchen--dining---living room but I've had to change it to living room---kitchen---dining room. It messes up the connected spiral pattern. Guess I could do living room to dining room, but the bathroom is also part of that spiral, and getting the dishes done first just feels like a huge jump start. I HAVE ALL THESE NON-PROBLEMS, GUYS.

But so far the new system is working. When he comes downstairs all cheery and full of smiles and hugs, I'm not the sour grinch that ever sour grinched and I can actually reciprocate the affection. WHY DOES HE EVEN LOVE ME.


I CONFESS

So on that note, one of my fantasies would be that he had a business trip for two days and I could take those two days off work and hole up in my house and never leave or talk to anyone for 48 hours straight. That would be amazing. Since it's a fantasy, make it three days. I LOVE MY HUSBAND I PROMISE. He is just such an extrovert and needs a lot of social energy, and sometimes depends on that energy from me, like last week when he took the whole week off and didn't plan any friend time. I CAN ONLY GIVE YOU SO MUCH I NEED THE REST FOR ME, OKAY??? Extroverts are such energy vampires. What are you doing with all my energy, making a necklace? (<-- obscure joke referring to the cartoon Sealab 2021) 

But I don't think this fantasy should ever be realized because a part of me worries that I would like it too much. Like, how many days would it take before I crave human interaction? I think at the end of the day, my husband is actually very good for me. And I will just continue to carve in my alone time on Saturday mornings.

7 comments:

  1. Domesticity is a struggle - I wouldn't go so far as to call my husband an extrovert, but he def. does not seem to need alone time like I do. Last week he had a work Christmas dinner, and I was so excited for him to be gone all night so I could Netflix Gilmore Girls to my loner heart's content all night long. I was so excited to not cook a dinner that required any thought, to eat some "me" snacks and just enjoy that sweet solitude...and he comes home at 9:30 - and a tiny (ok big) part of me was all "Why can't you be like a normal douchebag husband and stay out til 3 a.m.?! The struggle is real, I feel you!

    And uh, putting a pot seed in a flower pot will grow...useless male pot plants (not that I um know anything about this sort of thing). Although I guess if you bought a real seedling, I honestly think you could grow it without all that drama and uv lamps or whatever, it did grow in the earth obviously without hothouse assistance to begin with. To be honest hydrapaunic weed has ballooned into a rather too complex bordering on psychadelic experience (uh I've heard ;-), I'm sure that's not what they were smoking at Woodstock and they seemed happy enough to me ;-)

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    1. Ha, I feel you on the husband coming home "too early" !!! Ha. Not that I'd want my husband to be a partier and out all the time... AND YES on not having to think about dinner! I can just scavenge the pantry and eat exactly what I want how I want.

      Remember that fire that was kind of near my house this past summer? They think it was from one of the many illegal pot farms we have here, so one positive with the legalization, those should go away. I have a friend that is a volunteer fireman and he says they are so sketchy with the electricity they use (lots of extension cords), and the "farmers" live in tents with their electric stoves hidden in the bushes.

      But yeah, I think I might try the real old school method of growing one, and not expect magazine photo quality :D

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  2. I totally get what you mean with the cleaning spiral. You get in a zone and have a pattern and it matters and it's like don't mess with the system!!

    Go ahead and take your chances with the weed seeds. (heh heh) - ANY plant sounds like the highest maintenance fucking science experiment known to man if you pay attention to the instructions. I mean, some things are important like full sun/full shade. But I was looking up something about some random bush and they made it sound like this thing could only grow in soil of XpH during 2 months of the year with exactly the right amount of sunlight as long as the planets are aligned and no daisies are within a mile radius and a blood offering has been made to the tree gods and never give it more than three drops of water in any twenty four hour period or gremlins will arrive and the soil will mutate into a soil monster and I'm like "du fuq are you talking about science? These little bushes are EVERYWHERE. Like, they require nothing. No science. Let them be." Apparently roses are hard as fuck to grow but my mom could grow them like way before and beyond their normal growing season and she had really full, lush bushes with lots of blooms. And she didn't fuss over them obsessively. But to look up roses you'd think launching a Mars Mission would be easier. So, take your chances if you want. No worries. Worst that happens is it fails, right?

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    1. Omgosh that description of growing plants is EXACTLY like the reddit thread!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I seem to be able to grow things I don't want, random rose bushes, walnut and palm trees... Maybe I should just toss some seeds behind the shed and be like you do you. Well, except my turtle would trample them. I haven't figured out where to get the seeds yet, I really am not that keen on going to the shops. Feels weird and I might have to talk to someone. ew. Especially since I'm thinking of doing it the most lazy and cheap way.

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    2. This is a problem for a sitcom. :)

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    3. Yes, I could journey to Mars, but I can't keep a plant alive. I would not have survived in The Martian, though.

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  3. Also, I'm an introverted extrovert - I NEED alone time (but don't get horribly drained in social situations). 48 hours to myself sounds divine. Of course I'd probably have a panic attack at being away from Jack for more than about 10-12 hours.....

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