Presidents Day 2018
Monday night I tried to take Tem out to Denmark the downtown cocktail bar.
I didn't have school and she was stressed beyond
So I wanted to give her something she'd like something to let her decompress and express in an environment that was pleasing to her.
This past weekend we went to see Black Panther. Before the film she told me while we spent the day thrift shopping that she wanted me to do things that make her feel special.
It was upsetting to think the most important woman in my life didn't feel special to me.
Denmark didn't go as planned
She had just come from her husband's new place to drop off divorce papers to sign
And I added stress to her day instead of helping carry the load.
I couldn't sleep Monday night.
Her love languages are quality time and physical touch
For the past half a year she's been the first person I see when I wake up and she's the last person I see when I go to bed. I rush home from work change my clothes and see her.
I'm missing it.
She deserves more than what I'm giving her currently.
Tuesday morning I really didn't want her to leave my apartment
What good is a message in a foreign language?
Last Saturday I made it to the garden for the first time this year. I wanted to attempt to tame the blackberry vines. The day was very warm for February the weather was on and off light rain. Time is so important. February versus August. The work is unbearable in the summer. The tall grass around the vines and the intermingled weeds take the task impossible if not very frustrating. Thorns and leaves everywhere. But in a different season the weather brings all plants into a very vulnerable state. They go to seed as they wither and die their thorns flake and shrink, the once ominous tangle of itch, insect, and sting has now become the bare bones of life.
I learned a long time ago when working in the gardens to never look at the entire task at hand but instead to only focus on the weeds directly in front of you to handle each weed one by one. Never stand back and attempt to measure amount or time. Those sorts of ideas will only debilitate and hinder even starting the project...stem by stem inch by inch, that is the only way to work in the garden.
Half an hour passed and behind me lay a heap of weeds and withered tall grass. Before I knew it, as always happens I had made significant progress into the mix. Another half an hour and the task would be complete. The ugliness of the garden, the death and exposure of the ground, it wasn't the most pleasant working conditions. I tried to imagine that July sun beating down on my shoulders and back at 10am. The mosquitoes swarming my ears, The itchy leaves of the weeds irritating my arms the sweat of my body sticky skin peeling and sealing with each movement.
How quickly I look forward to summer. How ready I am for long sunny days, skin out and windows down. But how quick I forget the swelter of the baking car, those nights with no blankets windows open, The bugs and the exhaustion of simply standing in the sun.
Winter has its charm despite my best attempts to ignore them.
I am thankful for the seasons without the bad the good disappears.
Tuesday the weather hit 77 and everyone in the city was out. Tem and I went to a bar to enjoy the sun. I doubt any of those southern cities would come out and appreciate a sunny 77 degree day the way a city in Ohio does in February. February makes May all the sweeter.
And I can't wait for May.
Alina Baraz - Electric (feat. Khalid)
Monday night I tried to take Tem out to Denmark the downtown cocktail bar.
I didn't have school and she was stressed beyond
So I wanted to give her something she'd like something to let her decompress and express in an environment that was pleasing to her.
This past weekend we went to see Black Panther. Before the film she told me while we spent the day thrift shopping that she wanted me to do things that make her feel special.
It was upsetting to think the most important woman in my life didn't feel special to me.
Denmark didn't go as planned
She had just come from her husband's new place to drop off divorce papers to sign
And I added stress to her day instead of helping carry the load.
I couldn't sleep Monday night.
Her love languages are quality time and physical touch
For the past half a year she's been the first person I see when I wake up and she's the last person I see when I go to bed. I rush home from work change my clothes and see her.
I'm missing it.
She deserves more than what I'm giving her currently.
Tuesday morning I really didn't want her to leave my apartment
What good is a message in a foreign language?
Last Saturday I made it to the garden for the first time this year. I wanted to attempt to tame the blackberry vines. The day was very warm for February the weather was on and off light rain. Time is so important. February versus August. The work is unbearable in the summer. The tall grass around the vines and the intermingled weeds take the task impossible if not very frustrating. Thorns and leaves everywhere. But in a different season the weather brings all plants into a very vulnerable state. They go to seed as they wither and die their thorns flake and shrink, the once ominous tangle of itch, insect, and sting has now become the bare bones of life.
I learned a long time ago when working in the gardens to never look at the entire task at hand but instead to only focus on the weeds directly in front of you to handle each weed one by one. Never stand back and attempt to measure amount or time. Those sorts of ideas will only debilitate and hinder even starting the project...stem by stem inch by inch, that is the only way to work in the garden.
Half an hour passed and behind me lay a heap of weeds and withered tall grass. Before I knew it, as always happens I had made significant progress into the mix. Another half an hour and the task would be complete. The ugliness of the garden, the death and exposure of the ground, it wasn't the most pleasant working conditions. I tried to imagine that July sun beating down on my shoulders and back at 10am. The mosquitoes swarming my ears, The itchy leaves of the weeds irritating my arms the sweat of my body sticky skin peeling and sealing with each movement.
How quickly I look forward to summer. How ready I am for long sunny days, skin out and windows down. But how quick I forget the swelter of the baking car, those nights with no blankets windows open, The bugs and the exhaustion of simply standing in the sun.
Winter has its charm despite my best attempts to ignore them.
I am thankful for the seasons without the bad the good disappears.
Tuesday the weather hit 77 and everyone in the city was out. Tem and I went to a bar to enjoy the sun. I doubt any of those southern cities would come out and appreciate a sunny 77 degree day the way a city in Ohio does in February. February makes May all the sweeter.
And I can't wait for May.
Alina Baraz - Electric (feat. Khalid)