That’s just the fumes talkin’…

It’s all about the lack with no lustre today.

Two days ago, I looked like a cockatoo. Go ahead and Google an image. I’ll wait.

Yes, my hair was doing exactly that.

That is not a lie fiction.

Mr. G, honey confirmed it.

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The man-virus carrier is on the mend. That means someone can make a grocery or drugstore run, and we can probably take the Zombie Zone — Enter At Your Own Risk sign off the front door. However, it’s a surprisingly effective solicitation deterrent, so I’m thinking maybe not.

Dear Fisherman’s Friend: If you have a Consumer of the Year award, I would qualify. Totally.

The G-Pup really wants a Fisherman’s Friend, but that’s just the secondhand fumes talkin’.

I am nothing but bruised ribs and seal bark. Oh, and the cockatoo hair. Let’s not forget that.

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Appointments — canceled.

Tai Chi — maybe next week or in the afterlife, whichever comes first.

Fitbit — Where is the Find My Fitbit function? Mine either ran off to join the circus where people actually move about, and it has a purpose in life, or it’s riding some yoga gear at the bottom of the laundry hamper. The circus is the more likely scenario. Fitbits have feelings, too.

Still.

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I’m thinking some happy thoughts because — Hello! — seed packets. Organic, heirloom, and heritage seeds from Edible Antiques and Cubit’s Organics.

I can’t wait to play.

I love the packaging for both of these products.

I don’t have much experience growing from seed, so gardening is going to be an adventure this year.

I wouldn’t say I’m a first-time seeder, but less than a hobbyist, more than a novice.

Meanwhile, thinking loudly of you, Atlantic Canada! You’re taking a drumming.

Thursday is just a few baby steps away from Friday.

Elen

Note: My intertoobs must be taking in the secondhand fumes, too. I’m having trouble connecting to the Edible Antiques site, so I’ve linked you to Stacey’s Twitter.

Note 2: There has been no reading of posts in my Reader this week. I apologize.

6 thoughts on “That’s just the fumes talkin’…”

  1. Eek, sounds like that bug got a hold of you square in the squares! Hope you can shake it off pronto! FWIW, I grew cherokee purple from garden center stock last year. The fruit was awesome, in spite of the less than ideal ground, too! It doesn’t look all that appealing, kind of a muddy green brown, but if you can get it past your eyeballs, you will not be disappointed.

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  2. There has been no reading of posts in my Reader this week.
    What does this mean, precisely, Elen ? I am one of those rendered speechless (a lie) with rage re the new Reader’s removing the need/incentive for people to visit sites; so I am particularly interested …

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    • M-R – I’m simply sending a message to the blogs that I follow in my Reader that the man-virus is keeping me from visiting and commenting where I normally would. I’m not sure I understand “the new Reader’s removing the need/incentive for people to visit sites.” I read as many bloggers as I can and exchange comments because I enjoy it. I’m just too sick to do it right now, so I’m letting them know. They might miss me. 😀 I hope that answers your question. Cheers!

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  3. It sounds like you’re feeling better! Get better sooner, but leave up the Zombie sign. LOL.

    Planting from seed is always an adventure. Carrots take for. ever, but they are so worth it. Thanks for sharing those seed companies. I’ll have to check them out. 😀

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    • Thanks, Diana. I’ll be starting some seeds indoors and the rest right into the planter boxes at the appropriate time. Hahahaha. You have no idea how long it took me to write this wee post. I do think I have turned a corner, which is a good thing. I’m running out of Friday Night Lights on Netflix. That’s my GoTo for sick days.

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