It's in!

The garden is good to go! And I didn't even hurt myself (though I'm thinking I'm having a bit of a sugar reaction since my legs are shaking. I'm having orange juice now just in case. it could be the heat. anything about seventy is far far too hot.)

So think happy thoughts for my heirloom tomatoes, poblano peppers (which are already flowering) and ichiban eggplants. I ran out of potting soil before I got the zucchini and cantalop seeds in. I'll buy more and handle that later. At least the clay was very wormy. that's a good sign. (and thankfully it rained because that clay only has two modes, mud and ceramic ready for glazing.) I didn't even chip the nailpolish! Imagine that. (yes I finally painted my nails so I shall obsess over it)

I'm almost done with my first story for the Cuff 'em, kinkathon. I have two planned. Got a few more drabbles ready to go too. I think I'm just going to veg and write today

Fic proposition, brother stuff and randomness

first, the random
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fic proposition. I need to get back to writing original fic on a more regular basis. Who wants to join me in this? libraryofwinds has a weekly fic prompt and allows for original fic. (though in many ways I'm leery to post that because of publications hangs ups down the road. Well if it's just snippets) Anyhow, I was wondering, since a lot of us join these communities and still don't write, if we wanted to challenge each other to at least write 100 words of new fic a week. If so, let me know.

My brother got freaked by a psychic today (he's like me, open to this stuff). First thing she tells him is that he has a spirit animal she's NEVER seen before, a opposum. Well my brother had been feeding (don't ask) Ralphie, the opposum for about a year now and when Ralphie got splattered two weeks ago John, buried him. Guess he's stuck with an opposum spirit guide now. So that got his attention and made him consider she wasn't a fraud.

She went on to tell him that she sees him laying on hands as part of his job and asks if he's a physical therapist (which he'll be in about 6 months) then proceeds to say that she saw this was his second job and she was glad he quit the last job where she saw a blue uniform, wings, leaking hydralic fluid and a fiery crash (John was a pilot who ended up out of work after 9/11)

There were other things that were hits (less interesting that those two) but he's all excited about it. he wants to take my picture next time but doesn't have one (which is why he called)