Reset Thirty-Nine, Day Thirty
Apr. 4th, 2022 05:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphThe bush that consumed the back yard needs water, and I keep forgetting to water it. I forgot again Sunday— though that's not quite true. In fact it would be impossible to forget that bush which is several times my size and forces me to stoop to reach my chair. I knew it had to be watered, but then repeatedly got distracted by one thing or another, and now I can't remember any of those things that distracted me and the bush is just haunting me. It might come strangle me in my sleep, as I'm quite sure it is capable of prying the back door open and slithering long, tough tendrils into my room. I couldn't blame it. I might even be grateful to it, briefly, as I recalled with my last thoughts that I would now avoid living through another hellish central valley summer.
But I really do need to water that bush today, and, more importantly, the grape vine. The grape vine is going to provide me with fruit, and all the giant bush provides me with is obstruction, shade, and piles of dead vegetation. The shade is actually nice, but God knows how many bugs live in the swath of dead leaves and flowers that cover much of the ground I can no longer reach because the living vegetation blocks my way. I hope the lizards are eating those bugs. It could be that the lizards enjoy those bugs as much as I enjoy the grapes, which I guess would make the bush worthwhile since I enjoy seeing the lizards. The bush is now too big to get rid of anyway, and is probably holding the fence up, and if it dies from lack of water will probably burst into flames and destroy Chico. And again a thought brings ambivalence.
Too little sleep, obviously, and rambling barely coherently, and I need to get to bed, for the shortening night will soon end and the sunrise bring light. I spent too much of the day (most of it) wandering in my imagination, far from this place, or any place I've ever been. That's what kept distracting me. The bush may be reality's agent of revenge. Perhaps it is in league with the dark, conspiratorial forces that secretly rule the world. I've narrowed those forces down to raccoons, Uber drivers, and K-pop boy bands. Soon I will find the last piece of the puzzle and expose the culprits. But only if the bush does not strangle me. It's going to be a very close thing.
What madness!
But I really do need to water that bush today, and, more importantly, the grape vine. The grape vine is going to provide me with fruit, and all the giant bush provides me with is obstruction, shade, and piles of dead vegetation. The shade is actually nice, but God knows how many bugs live in the swath of dead leaves and flowers that cover much of the ground I can no longer reach because the living vegetation blocks my way. I hope the lizards are eating those bugs. It could be that the lizards enjoy those bugs as much as I enjoy the grapes, which I guess would make the bush worthwhile since I enjoy seeing the lizards. The bush is now too big to get rid of anyway, and is probably holding the fence up, and if it dies from lack of water will probably burst into flames and destroy Chico. And again a thought brings ambivalence.
Too little sleep, obviously, and rambling barely coherently, and I need to get to bed, for the shortening night will soon end and the sunrise bring light. I spent too much of the day (most of it) wandering in my imagination, far from this place, or any place I've ever been. That's what kept distracting me. The bush may be reality's agent of revenge. Perhaps it is in league with the dark, conspiratorial forces that secretly rule the world. I've narrowed those forces down to raccoons, Uber drivers, and K-pop boy bands. Soon I will find the last piece of the puzzle and expose the culprits. But only if the bush does not strangle me. It's going to be a very close thing.
What madness!
