4/26/2020

this weekend, i am cycling pretty rapidly through my routines. it is already the third cycle.

i disposed of the cherry tomato plant. it was sad, but as time progressed, you could visibly see the wilt occurring. the entire plant was drooping. whereas yesterday, at the very least, the new leaves looked promising, by today, everything was falling. so i just pulled the entire monstrous thing by its roots. it took a significant amount of the hydrocorn (the clay pebbles that serve as the substrate for the grow bed). it also left a kind of mud behind. i'm not sure if that's healthy or not, but after i removed the plant, the waters in the fish tank turned a muddy, murky brown, opaque... on a positive note, the removal of that monstrous cherry tomato plant appears to have opened up space and sunlight for the surrounding plants, which, quite frankly, were being smothered out.

my gradual weeding efforts on the front lawn seem to be progressing (although that is an eternal task). i noticed that i could not find those little red-stemmed mimosa-leafed weeds clustering near a grass patch (as they are wont to do; hiding out; those little bastards). that's not to say that they weren't there, but they weren't as visible. this led me (or leads me) to thinking about the nature of problems. how we allow them to grow so that they are visible enough or important enough to address... because to hunt down every single little weedling seems... well, obsessive. and unrealistic.

my vegetable plants in the front right planter box seem to be doing well. but i am daunted by the death of the cherry tomato. it can happen literally overnight, the infestation of an otherwise healthy plant. everything i have is vulnerable.

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i read a few chapters of berserk. i think i watched this part in that little montage of clips on youtube. but it is truly a tragic life. to have been sold into abuse by someone you considered to be your own father. and to have been blamed by said father for everything; the death of your adoptive mother, the loss of a leg... what i consider hopeful in the story is the idea that ruthless training can make one a force to be contended with... along with relentless will. even the godhand would pay attention to him.

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my wife bought me mustache wax. i still have to learn how to use it. the mustache and beard thing is growing- well, slovenly. i notice the wind when it blows, because the hair around my mouth moves with the wind. i also notice it's hard to eat cleanly. some of the food (especially soup, or milk from a cereal bowl) gets wet, and i'm sure there are little bacterial colonies that form in the remnants... so i would like to trim the mustache at the very least.

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ok, see ya!