Promises, promises.

So, that whole "hey I'll update this once a week" thing. Yeah. I know.

Whatever.

Anyway, the pumpkins are all dead. My bust. It's been an insane week. It was the last week of my job, plus I housesat/dogsat/catsat/normalsat for the entire week. It really made me rethink the whole "ever having a pet" thing. Don't get me wrong. I love dogs. Cats are okay, but dogs. Yes.

However, dogs require work. Cats require work (but less than dogs). Fish require work. And even stupid baby pumpkin seedlings require work. Time, energy, money. And right now, I'm just this insane woman. Energy I've got, but expendable income, not so much, and time, well, time's a funny thing. Time is one of my most precious and most squandered resources, by far.

It sort of depresses me that I can't do everything I want, but it's the truth. I have to make lists of everything I want to do and prioritize the top three. I eliminate about ten things every time I do this.

My basic realization, at this point, is that I was so busy that I couldn't even spare five minutes to come to my own house once or twice during the week to water my baby pumpkin seedlings. I really cared about them, but I failed to prioritize. Either that, or I did prioritize in a sort of crude fashion.

It's sometimes difficult to remember that caring for Earth belongs on the priority list, and is worthy of my time. Worthy of the extra minutes spent going to the farmer's market instead of the grocery store. Worthy of making the effort to learn a new recipe that includes local produce.

It's quite hard, though. Life bears down on you sometimes.

At this point, I'm rambling... smell ya later.