Having a tween boy apparently means having to specify exactly how one washes one’s armpits.
Twitter Update: Sans Selfie
One bummer about leaving my phone at home when I go running? No post-run selfies.
The next Apple Watch I buy needs to have a front-facing camera. Just sayin’.
First Harvest
My tomatoes got a slow start this spring, so I’m only just now getting some ripe fruits to harvest.
These are a mystery variety of Roma that I got from a fellow student of Krav Maga last fall. Mike had a bumper crop of tomatoes and peppers, so he brought in several bags to share. When I asked him what variety of tomatoes these were, he told me they were “romaine” tomatoes. So, when I saved the seeds from the tomatoes he shared, I labeled them as “Mike’s Romaine” Roma tomatoes.
Alas, the bell peppers he shared with the dojo must have been a hybrid variety, because the seeds I saved from those failed to germinate. I historically haven’t had good luck with peppers overall, though, so I can’t be sure…
Twitter Update: Unfocused
Sitting in my home office, staring at my laptop, wondering why it’s so hard to get focused this morning.
Realized I didn’t take my #ADHD meds yet. Glad this happened on a Work From Home day and not an In-Office day!
Now to keep myself on track until my meds kick in…
Doodle
When I feel vaguely creative — when I want to sketch or write, but have nothing specific in mind — these loopy doodles are one of my go-to options.
When I was about ten years old, living in a trailer in Florida with my extended nuclear family, my Mom introduced me to these doodles. Some of my favorite memories of that time are when she and I would retreat to her bedroom to draw, or play chess, or design our “dream house” on graph paper. She’d make a giant loopy doodle on a full sheet of graph paper, then we’d both dive in with colored pencils.
I still enjoy making these doodles so many years later, partly because it’s meditative, but also because it reminds me of those quiet times spent with my Mom.