84 bar falls 29.97 0mph NEE dew-point 50 sunrise 6:33 sunset 7:53 Lughnasa
New (Harvest) Moon
When I began to plan the beds for the transplanted lilies and iris, I realized it would be good to dig in daffodils, too. Daffodils, then Iris, then Lilies. But nobody sells daffodil bulbs in August. They come out in late September, October. The lily and iris placement will make digging in daffodils harder, more of a gymnastic act, since the daffodils go below the lilies which go below the iris.
Then, before I went to sleep last night, I had an aha. I already have plenty of daffodil bulbs. Planted. I have around 600 daffodil bulbs in various places, so I got out the garden spade and went at an area. Result? Plenty of daffodil bulbs. Now all I need is a cool, rainy day to plant all three.
Another matter. About noon I got hungry and decided to go out for lunch. I don’t do this often, usually only if I’m in the Cities, but for some reason I wanted to today. Originally, I wanted to find a new Asian place that specializes in regional cuisines. Couldn’t locate it. Then I remembered the Jackson Street Bar and Grille. I had not been there. It is in downtown Anoka. So, I went there.
The bar stretches the entire length of the building, a good half-block. New furnishings, including several wide-screen TV’s which, when I walked in, featured a blond country western singer. Her song was “Come On Over. I can’t get enough.” There was also a Big Buck hunting video game. You get the drift.
When the waitress came for my order, I ordered a bacon cheeseburger and tater tots. This is not health food. Over the last couple of weeks I have eaten more and more like a snowmobile racer or retro-guy. When I put it this way, I reveal the conundrum. It almost seems like somebody else has ordered the burgers, the Arby’s, the milkshakes, the Steak bites. As a committed existentialist, I’m sure it was me and I know I’m responsible, yet I keep doing it.
Relentless in my self-analysis I tried to figure out why. The usual hunch is stress, but I don’t feel stressed at all. If I’m denial about that, it’s a pretty effective form. An idea crossed my mind. It may be that I’m so used to having a problem with myself to work on: cigarettes, alcohol, relationships, exercise, writing that when I feel life is pretty good I ramp one up for consideration. As I thought about it, this made some sense to me. I’ll take a nap on it.