Okay so on top of everything else
today we ended up planting mom's garden.
Fine.
Her sister Molly came to town to join our RV adventure
with a box full of flowers that needed planting.
Before departure.
She works in a greenhouse and gets paid in flowers,
which is obscenely poetic to me. Obscenely poetic.
I worked in a greenhouse once in Eugene
and got paid in money, which it turns out
is neither obscene nor poetic.
Which means that from a marketing perspective
I'm dead in the water.
Typical.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
.JPG)
No comments:
Post a Comment