Picked tomatoes, turkey sandwiches, Gilgamesh in the garden, and a housecleaner named Dmetris.

These are the views, as of late, from my life:

Quite quaint really, huh?

We have been bringing in quite a haul of tomatoes this season. It's seems we can't pull them off the plants fast enough, and better yet, we aren't having the aphid attacks my gardens are normally so predisposed for, so most of the veggies look healthy and bug-free. Now that the semester had begun again, and work is beginning to become the bane of my existence, I've been spending as much time as possible outside.

Gilgamesh, my cat, has naturally been making up for all the time we spent apart over the summer holiday. She now has picked of the knack of following my everywhere, standing directly behind me when I pause from walking, and mewing quite loudly when accidentally topple over her because of this. My other cat, Kawacatoose, seems to still only care about one thing: food.

I should go now, I have a class to be at in a couple of hours and I want to get some lab work in before that. I'm hoping that in a couple of weeks the rush of the beginning of the semester will have faded and my life will have gotten back to a more paced schedule.

On a side note, I'm also hoping the temperatures will begin to drop soon. I feel like I'm melting outside.

Love is like a bottle of gin, but a bottle of gin is not like love.

As some might have realized, I've been on a Magnetic Fields kick. I've had the "69 Love Songs" (Parts I, II, and III) on nonstop for the past two weeks. There's something about the drone of the lyrical . . . romance that fits my state of being for the past weeks. In two days, the new semester begins and it is back to the grindstone for me. I've marked out my schedule, however, to suit a person of my stress level with nice compact breaks for power naps and sack lunches. We'll see how it works out. I resumed running lab work from all fieldwork over the summer last week, which began to allow my stress and workload meter rise.

I've straightened out everything here at the house, though, or at least straightened it enough out of the odd pit that it fell into under John's sole care during the summer. He spent most of his time in the studio, without bothering for much of anything while I was away. So, after I readjusted to time differences (finally) I began to wipe up the coats of dusts that covered everything, pulled all of the brambles out of the garden, and even repainted the outside of the house, an act done on whim. It's now a . . . fanciful blue, mellow like the sky.

Anyways, I should go. I took a pie out of the oven a while ago and am now hankering for a taste.

Yeah! Oh, Yeah!

Some day soon, I might feel like writing something a tad bit more substantial. But for now, I'd rather not.

Home. Naps. Greenhouse Plants. Tomatoes.

I have been home for almost two weeks now, most of the time during which I have slept in some form or the other. It's seems that after a summer of working, traveling, and being abnormally busy, I've become prone to napping every couple hours. There are two more weeks until classes and work resume again, so I'm just kind of loping around. Between naps I have been trying to remedy the garden situation that has become weed-ridden and overgrown in my absence.

I'll write more about the trip, Pitchfork, and photographs later. For now, I'm going to get my socks dirty by running outside and mucking around in the mud/dirt. I'm going to transplant all of the plants I have growing amok in the greenhouse right now into their rightful positions in the lawn. My beefsteak tomatoes are becoming too big for the plants and are about to force it to break apart and die. Woe is them.