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Sep. 5th, 2002
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daily ritual
Sep. 5th, 2002 03:17 pmSo last night I got home tired and braindead. I spent the entire day debugging the bitch that is the space shuttle simulator. To show the extent of my braindead-ness, it took me 6 tries to realize that a floppy disk does not go into the zip drive, ever. Anyways, once home, I continued my braindead streak and was busy falling into a nasty depressed mood when the Boy asked me if I wanted to go outside and look at my plants.
Now normally the Boy picks on my plant obsession mercilessly. Every evening as soon as I get home, I go out and putz over them. Rain, wind, sun, doesn't matter. I go out and water, check stems, tuck snowpeas back onto their form, and pick any fruit that might have ripened. Boy usually comes out as well to eat tomatoes and to make sure the strawberries are split evenly. He may talk big and bad but he doesn't miss out on the food.
I just realized that its my nightly ritual of coming home. Its the first step of admitting to myself that I am no longer at work, I don't have to think like a machine anymore, I can relax.
After munching on snowpeas and petting the mint, I was much happier. Work based depression had been chased away by the overly enthusiastic tomatoes. I could laugh and think with my "real" mind again. Thanks, Boy, for reminding me.
Now normally the Boy picks on my plant obsession mercilessly. Every evening as soon as I get home, I go out and putz over them. Rain, wind, sun, doesn't matter. I go out and water, check stems, tuck snowpeas back onto their form, and pick any fruit that might have ripened. Boy usually comes out as well to eat tomatoes and to make sure the strawberries are split evenly. He may talk big and bad but he doesn't miss out on the food.
I just realized that its my nightly ritual of coming home. Its the first step of admitting to myself that I am no longer at work, I don't have to think like a machine anymore, I can relax.
After munching on snowpeas and petting the mint, I was much happier. Work based depression had been chased away by the overly enthusiastic tomatoes. I could laugh and think with my "real" mind again. Thanks, Boy, for reminding me.