Can of Worms

There is a fox on our porch. He has been hanging out there for a while and just now he was checking out the bird feeder. I am slightly concerned about his boldness but mostly just enjoy seeing him trot about.

I am spending the day doing nothing, I just slept about 4 hours and am now just sitting. I have a lot of things to do, but for now I am going to plead ignorance and live in denial. I love denial.

I have some exciting up events in the frosty Antarctic landscape that is my adult social life:

1. Amy is coming! and will spend the summer in Breckenridge, which is close enough for frequent visits. Sweet!
2. I am dragging Amy along for 14er stewardship training. That's right, we are going to be trained to steward the mountains. Kind of makes me feel like an Ent. And I will get to use my new tent.
3. I am going to start volunteering at a garden with homeless youth once a week. I am really excited since my garden of a week is already 50% dead. At least if I am gardening while encouraging youth, there may a greater likelihood of some positive outcomes outside of my black thumb.
4. I bought a bargain of a table at the thrift store- it can seat up to ten people and is ideal for nertz. I also get to use my new power tool to fix it up- the power sander is a beautiful thing.

I just made myself carrot soup and it was delicious. I make great carrot soup.

I have come to the conclusion that being alone too much can really mess with your perspective/head/view of life and the universe. When the loudest voice you hear is always your own, well, you know, that's not good. At least in my case. I have been thinking a lot about losing yourself to find yourself and what that means. Basically, thinking about myself and what I need and what I think is wrong with me all the time is 1. depressing 2. unproductive 3. annoying. Clearly.