Isn't that a beautiful title? I stole it from Dr. Trudy Griffin-Pierce, and her research article about the Navajo and their sacred geographies. It is my secret obsession, a thing I spend hours a day doing, reading through the large stash of articles I saved from my student days, the even larger stash I have since begged, borrowed, and stolen from friends. 'When I am lonely the academic abstract calls me' just doesn't have quite the same lyrical quality, but does contain a significant hint of desperation.
I had to throw out the roses because they started stinking. I love them, but confess to total uselessness in taking care of them. I bought some more pink lavender instead.
And tidied the deck.
Which felt so good I moved out to the back garden and got rid of all the fungal infected pumpkin plants harvested the pumpkin.
Which makes my life look so much better and more organised than what it is.
This is probably closer to the truth. A little messed up, a little pointless.
Just like this blog post really.
