Aside from playing with CSS Syntax, I’ve been creating a magickal garden on my porch.  Something about digging my hands into the soil makes me so happy I feel like quitting all else and becoming a gardener.

It’s funny, days before I left Winnipeg to move to Vancouver, I was waiting at a bus loop on a Sunday – big mistake in Winnipeg; the bus never came.  However, an older woman sat down next to me and struck up a lively conversation that made me think perhaps it had been my fate to sit at the stop for an hour.  As she asked about my plans and I told her about my move to attend graduate school, studying sociology, she told me that she had a very brilliant daughter who had entered university with great promise, but had ended up – dropping out and becoming a gardener.  At the time, I found this rather upsetting.  Now, I completely understand.

“At least she’s happy, I suppose,” the wise lady told me.

This is what’s been keeping me happy this week.  I’ll post more pictures when all the pots start sprouting a variety of edibles and non-edibles, exotic and familiar flowers, and probably other stuff, I’m rather addicted to creating this space!

…and, attempts to get a shot of the baby birds that made their home this year in a hole at the top of the patio wall…

Stick your hands in some soil, feel the sun on your back, and get happy …sun does naturally increase serotonin, and as for the soil, there’s just something about it that gives me great joy and makes me feel more human.  Better than effe*ZAP*xor, better than anything I’ve ever tried…

Aside from Alaryyk that is.

Now back to dealing with bureaucracy, fighting my university along with the teaching assistants’ Union, writing those deferred papers, dealing with travel insurance documents, trying to cash in another student loan, and attempting to contact this person at Statistics Canada that apparently has been calling my dad’s house on a bi-daily basis.  It seems I’m one of the few remaining participants in a longitudinal study called “Youth in Transition”.  Since I’ve never filled out a Census, and never will, I guess I’ll continue volunteering this information… because I know it will screw up their study – I’m always an outlier, and I’m damn proud of it.

Oh, and blogging, of course  I’m working on drafts for a few longer articles right now…