Dueling Cantaloupe

Welcome to another mish mash post where I don’t have anything super specific to write about but I’m going to ramble on about bits and pieces of my week.

But that’s what you come here for, right?

Here are some topics we will cover…and probably a few others because I always go rogue (in no particular order- I like to just let things flow):

Dueling cantaloupes

Sister Grace’s surprise

Fun facts from the podcasts I listen to?

Let’s get started!

Disclaimer: It’s 9:55am this Saturday morning and I cannot guarantee the quality of what I’m about to write…although to be fair, I wouldn’t necessarily guarantee pristine writing when I am fully awake. But I know the editing is a million times better when I am a coherent human being.

Of which I am not at this moment in time.

But you’ve figured that out by now- you’re a smart human.

So what have I been up to lately? Working from home in my pajamas, eating macaroni and cheese, and binge watching Netflix. The boy has been at his father’s the past month for the most part (looks like he’ll be living with me a little longer- he’ll be back here full time tomorrow), thus, giving me the opportunity to melt into a pile of nothing. And enjoy it.

…and I have. OOOOOOOOOO I have.

But even I get tired of just loafing. And despite my meds working very well (I have been a tad bitchy salty this week; however, I am having WAYYYYY more good days than bad), I can tell I need to get out.

Do something good for my soul.

Not entirely sure what, though, because COVID is still a thing. And I love being alive.

I’ll figure it out later.

As you have pieced together by now, things have been very, very quiet here. The most excitement I’ve had is watching rogue cantaloupe fight for survival amongst themselves.

…okay, soooo in a way they aren’t rogue but they weren’t really planted intentionally.

This is what happened:

I want to compost. I have no composting bin. Being my father’s daughter, I make do with what I have.

Which means burying the compost my friend, Kristin, brings me in my empty flower beds. Her mom, Linda, saves it all up for me.

Btw, Linda makes the most delicious cake. Highly recommend.

Anyways, Dad eventually said he’d make a composting bin out of an old track- like the one my strawberries are in.

However, I am still waiting.

So I keep burying.

…and cantaloupe is growing.

I learned after I started burying the compost that you’re supposed to stir it up. Not something I can really do- our soil has clay. It does not like to be stirred.

Thus, the cantaloupe keep growing.

I attempted to thin/transplant some of them last weekend- they died.

But new plants grew.

After my transplanting failure last week, I’m leaving the new plants alone and letting them duel it out amongst themselves for survival.

Godspeed, little ones

Now, we sit back and wait.

I have also been getting my kicks from my favorite podcast, The Box of Oddities. I cannot thank Kristin enough for telling me about it- I try to share it with everyone because it’s that damn good.

Well, if you like true crime, strange medical conditions, aliens, fun facts, ghosts, and all things in between.

Which the majority of people I know do. I think that speaks volumes about my friendships.

This week, I learned cult leader, Jim Jones, used to sell monkeys door to door. A family went hunting in a cave for arrowheads back in the 70’s and instead discovered a headless torso wearing a maroon turtleneck (date of death? The 1870’s). And the oldest unsolved child abduction case is from the 1930’s.

I love podcasts.

I’ve also been trying to get back on my spiritual path or whatever you want to call it, so I’ve also spent this week listening to Ram Dass, Here and Now. I looked up a few Buddhist podcasts as well- I’ve always been drawn to Buddhism, though. I remember being 14 and going to the old library here in Small Town, Kansas to check out a book about it.

I can still remember how the library smelled.

I’m excited about sinking more time into my spiritual growth. At the end of the day, I want to be at peace. To be able to flow and bend with what comes. I don’t expect a life without suffering or obstacles, because that’s not realistic, but I can learn to accept certain truths.

And I can keep becoming a better version of myself- less reactive. More loving. Less self-centered and selfish. Not to mention curbing my ego.

And because of this, I am trying to be mindful of who I spend my time with, what I watch, what I read, what I say to others and to myself.

For me, this has also involved unfriending and blocking certain people in my life who are toxic. It doesn’t necessarily mean I don’t love them/wish them the best- but I can’t have them in my life right now.

I’ve had a few of them remove me as well– and that’s okay. I am not for everyone.

They say that the Universe/God will present options to you- you can either accept them or decline. What you accept, you get more of. So if whatever is presented to you isn’t aligned with your values and beliefs, politely decline and move on.

And because I am choosing more carefully, I believe I am finally bringing in more of the energy I want into my life.

It’s a good feeling.

Do you know what else is a good feeling? SURPRISES!

Sister Grace has taken Mom’s place as the family seamstress. She raided both Mom’s material stash and Grandma’s a few weeks ago and found a lot of vintage material.

Which included some from my childhood.

Grace took the material and surprised me yesterday with these drawstring bags:

Not sure what I’ll use them for yet, but I’ll find something. I appreciated it- it was nice to be thought of!

And with that, I am wrapping up this post because I have to pee and I’m getting hungry. I also forgot to take a shower last night because I was binge watching the new season of The Umbrella Academy.

…I love that show so, so much.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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