progress

summer

It's been a busy summer between work, Yoga Teacher Training, getting settled in a new apartment, trying to get away to the country for a day here and there, and managing my garden at Withers'. 

The garden has been such a fun transformation to see. It is definitely hard work. Below you can see what it looked like in April before and after I tilled the soil to prep for planting seeds. 

Looking west above before and after, east below before and after

Looking west above before and after, east below before and after

Looking North

Looking North

It was just after I planted all my seeds--carrots, beets, peas, broccoli, green onion, that the metaphorical seeds I planted for my life in Salt Lake last fall and winter started to sprout. Eventually, the seeds in the literal garden sprouted, too.

Growing!

Growing!

Broccoli

Broccoli

Irrigation water is a new experience for me. It's amazing because it does its thing and you don't have to spend time watering every day.

Vertical Element

Vertical Element

Peas

Peas

Beets!

Beets!

Before and After: Late Winter and Summer

Before and After: Late Winter and Summer

I've installed a brick path along the length of the garden. Recently, I acquired more bricks and pavers to create a path from the entrance to my garden. They will be installed this week, pics coming soon. 

neighbors

A year ago February I was desperately sick with flu, had two cats, and the office where I worked was moving to The Basement at the end of the week. I needed it to go well. The younger of my two cats, not yet 6 months old, was heavy footed. My downstairs neighbor had complained months before about the footsteps. I made a conscious effort to keep him out of my bedroom in the mornings while I got ready for work, and they presumably were trying to sleep. it seemed like it hadn't been an issue for awhile.

one night, a few days before the big move, i woke up at 3am to put steam in my face hoping to move the illness along and out of my life. Hank thought it was time to play. I was so ill and focused on steam in my face, I did nothing to stop him. My downstairs neighbor knocked on my door. I recognized him and opened it. 

"I may be black, but I'm not stupid," is what he said to me. "You have to be kidding me it's a cat making that noise."

(In all fairness, Hank was heavy footed. you wouldn't expect it from a kitten, it was sort of unbelievable.) Oliver made his way to the door at this point, ready to say hello. He is not heavy footed, but he is a cat, nonetheless.

"You're telling me this isn't a cat?" I said. I was a little angry with his opening. I hadn't tried to pull a fast one on him. I felt like shit. I needed sleep. There was no 40-lb dog stashed in my apartment. It was in fact a cat making the noise, even if it wasn't Oliver. 

Then, he called me a bitch. I slammed the door and locked it, told him I'd call the fucking cops. He kicked my door several times. It may have been after he kicked the door I threatened calling the cops, even though that was the last thing I wanted. It was scary and not a highlight of my living experience here. But I really have no tolerance for being called a bitch in my own home, and I'm not good with aggression. 

It's been more civil since then, but we certainly wouldn't hang out. I can hear them fighting downstairs all the time, and I have been wishing she'd kick him out. 

Until this evening, when it changed.  I was on my way out, he was throwing the football around with his 8-year old son. HIs wife stood by watching, cane in hand. I asked if I could play. So fun. We played for 10-15 minutes. I had to run a quick errand, the reason for the departure from my apartment. When I returned, Keating, the kid, repeatedly announced, "she's back, she's back, she's back!" So sweet. We threw the ball around some more. This time my Super was there to throw and catch, too. 

Downstairs neighbor thanked me for playing and invited me to play flag football with his friends in the park.

Love it. We all won.