Not only had I planned on going for a nice long walk today, but I was going to stop in at the local nursery to grab some peach trees, and some nectarine trees to plant in my backyard. Probably a great time to plant with the ground being soft, and lots of moisture present to help the roots become established. But, ugh. This is a good amount of rain to be playing about in. The plants would love it, even if I hate every second of it.
No matter, with a shortened walk because the dog fled the trail to go back to the vehicle, and our walking partners cancelling on us, it’s now really early, and I just want to take my wet self home to dry off. Maybe tomorrow things will play out a little better.
I had thought about hitting the driving range today, but with this rain I’m not. Plus they have strange spring hours where they can open at 10, 11, 12 or 2:00 pm, and I can never remember which days, or why that is. If we had a nearby indoor range I’d hop over there for a change of scenery, and a chance to dust off my clubs, and stretch out my swing. I’m truly terrible at golf, but I find it to be fun. I stop play on any given hole if I hit double the par for the course to maintain a pace of play. Most part par threes I can do without going too far over. Depends on the accuracy of my drive. If I’m up the middle it’s likely I could very well make par, but other than that I might have to shoot from the weeds, or out of the woods! Ha.
Ideally I’d go hit 120 balls at the range then play some mini putt. Far less stress, and I’m hitting likely about the same number of shots. Like I said, terrible. If I broke 170 I’d be surprised.
It’s Tuesday, the very last one in April. I have been notified that my second to last pre ordered book is coming on the fifth. I am excited to read it, but it might have to wait until I receive and read book eight of the Matt Dinniman Dungeon Crawler Carl series. I have read the first seven books in the series one after the other. I’m 2/3 of the way through book seven. The last three books were all over 800 pages, so I’m not moving as fast as I first was. I have until roughly May 12th to get the seventh book finished before I have the next one in my hands. So if 8 finish it too quickly I need to decide if I can start & finish another book in that time frame, or go back to painting the last ten or so minis I have primed, or just be a lazy bum and doom scroll during that lull, and pick up where I left off once I have book eight in hand. Choices, choices, decisions, decisions.
I did have a productive day yesterday. Walked the dog, took my club in for repairs, did some web banner work of which I had fourteen to do. Then I took down our children’s outdoor playset after numbering the pieces, and then I assembled the covered trampoline at my inlaws house that evening. Work was slow, so I’m kinda glad I did those outdoor projects to stay busy.
I don’t know why I’m so fixated on it, but I really want to plant several more fruit trees in our backyard in case everything goes tits up in the future. It’s just a nagging concern that I have. I know that a handful of fruit trees wouldn’t make us self sufficient, but it would alleviate some food scarcity concerns if they fruit every single year. I’d know that even when things get tight we’d have, apples, cherries, grapes, raspberries, and some strawberries too. If I buy the peach trees and nectarines or pears we’d have those too. A real fruit salad of choices in our own yard. Might be unconventional because we live in a suburban neighbourhood, and not a farm, or homestead property. But I like the option of having the fruit at our disposal rather than not. Plus it adds shade after a few years, and if I keep them far enough back the roots won’t interfere with the foundation, and can act as a pollard in case some random drunk tries to mount the curb taking the corner at the nearby intersection and accidently rams up the lawn towards the house. Always thinking. Worst case scenarios. It’s a curse I tell you.
I balked at the idea of buying a fifty pound bag of rice to keep on hand for emergencies, and settled on fifteen pounds instead. Ha. I looked into those plastic pales of emergency food, but for those they start at six hundred dollars for one month, and go up into the thousands for three. Six, nine or twelve months. They say they last for twenty five years when sealed, cool, and dry. But that’s a much larger investment than I think I can shake loose at this point in time. I’ll just keep a whole lot of dry pasta, and rice on hand, along with the tinned meats I know none of us like enough that they would randomly get eaten just because it’s there, and available. Like I say, we could very well survive, but it won’t be a thriving type of situation. Ha. Although if we had all these fruiting trees around it wouldn’t be so bad, like it could be. Things to sit with and think about. Huh.
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