spring, cleaning

spring, cleaning
Hello, my name is K, I am an avid cook and a novice gardener. I am however prone to hayfever and do not do well in a garden full of knee-high grasses; I come out in itchy rashes and sneeze continuously, in addition to which my eyesight gets worse secondary to irritation by the grasses. I do, however, like planting things -- I just am not so good with the maintenance. This afternoon I planted two kinds of peas in long furrows in the soil which I dug with my little hand trowel; I do hope they grow.

I decided to spend the rest of the day indoors away from the pollens and grasses, refreshing the colour in my hair and tidying the study and the kitchen. The kitchen countertop looks much better, and large sections of my study table are actually visible now, so I mustn't have done too badly.

I am currently rewarding myself with an undeserved bowl of homemade Greek yoghurt on chopped fruit - a banana, a kiwi fruit, and a handful of fresh blueberries - while staring at the hunstman spider clinging to the wall of my living room.

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Tomorrow I'm going to the races with a bunch of friends - I've got a hat and everything! It'll be fun, I'm sure, and I'm not betting on any horses because I know I am bad at choosing horses but very good at losing money, which I cannot afford to do! I'm just going for the dress-ups and for the company.

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I was thinking that I should post a response to "Stories Nobody Wants to Hear, parts one and two"; I don't, however, have TSC's storytelling flair. Also I have a much less romantic spin on the whole thing, which would (a) make me look quite callous and naughty, not to mention selfish and impertinent, and (b) make for much less interesting reading anyway. I doubt it would raise my daily blog views much higher than about five per day if I were to blog about how I was simply very interested to kiss a cute white boy, whose arms were big enough to catch me when I was tipsily unsteady at my own birthday party, whose smile was ready and whose eyes were soulful, and with whom I had flirted all night long while my ex-boyfriend-who-wanted-me-back talked to other people three metres away, paying no attention to me. (Or so it appeared.)

I doubt anybody would be interested in reading about the fact that I considered TSC a bit of a player, a one-night stand, good for a kiss and a cuddle and for making the other boy jealous; but something in me that was empty and sad sparked to life when TSC asked me to go on a bush walk. As I kept telling myself, making friends is an important part of life; and so I drove my little car to Bunyip Park, got lost along the way and was angry at my useless navigator, then flirted outrageously with him on the walking track in order to see just how far he was going to go on this with me. Interestingly while he got the hint (how could he not?), he took absolutely no action, which intrigued me and only made me flirt harder ...
... and I guess I blogged it anyway.^_____^