I told her that I was and that I just hadn't felt like I had anything to say.
"Not that that's ever stopped me," I said.
I still don't really have anything to say. I went to the store. I worked in the garden. I got some more cucumber seeds planted as well as three watermelon plants and six cantaloupe plants. I figured I might as well go for the plants rather than the seeds because I'm already so late.
Okay. So I just looked, really, at this spray I use on the ants. It's cool.
It's 5% rosemary oil and the rest of it is water, wintergreen oil, mineral oil, carbon dioxide and lecithin.
You could practically use it in salad dressing.
So there is that. It looks like this:
So gosh. I think that's about all I have to say. I don't feel philosophic or funny or even pissed off. I'm just...here. Digging in the dirt and spraying ants with rosemary oil. It's not much of a life, but it's mine.