that’s two infusions without the slow start, hopefully it’s in my notes now and the other nurses will do the same. if i get out early enough before the infusion starts kicking then it’s not such an ordeal to pick up a few things before going home and i don’t have to worry so much about turning someone’s nana into roadkill. i forgot to get some stakes for the broad beans though. it doesn’t matter. i’ll find something here, even if it’s just some driftwood or something.
the old bugger called while i was in hospital, someone had told him his lawns were overgrown and needed mowing. they weren’t. i mowed them anyway. i don’t know why this bugged me but it did. his little ride-on mower with its modified engine that almost does wheelies is a lot of fun to hoon around on and almost as happy accident you also get the lawns mowed. i don’t know what my problem was. but i do wonder why he’s put the fuel tank right next to the exhaust. which is right underneath the seat. which gets pretty warm while you’re hooning around on it. but okay. if you ever read a news article about some guy who got exploded in an unfortunate and moderately hilarious mower accident, it was me. and it’s fine. that’s how i wanted to go. an inglorious blaze of glory that left everyone scratching their heads. i sprayed all the weeds down the driveway too.
he called again on friday morning to say his operation had been delayed again. to this morning. 7:30am. i haven’t heard from him since and i’m half expecting a phone call today where he tells me he’s now more machine than man and there’s no stopping him now. at least, that’s how i hope it goes.
i planted the tomatoes in the greenhouse that afteroon. tied the broad beans up again. i also raked the weeds clear on a little square patch out the front that i’m going to plant some corn in. i’ll finish raking the weeds this week. i’m a little hesitant about burning them though. i really don’t want to burn down this farmer’s hay shed. if it gets out of control it wouldn’t be the first time that a bunch of firetrucks have been mobilized as a result of me. or jimmy, yeah. jimmy. but let’s not get into that except to say that since jimmy’s not here right now let’s blame him. it was his idea. good one, jimmy. for fuck’s sake.
oh, yeah. i also met jimmy’s twins on sunday. i think he’s been upset that not many of his friends have come to see them.
it was my birthday yesterday. my brother and his family visited for the afternoon. bryce helped me plant some more spuds. i gave him some bean seeds, apparently he’s been asking for bean seeds for weeks and i had a big bag of them sitting in the old bugger’s shed. i also explained to him that worms are actually good, they turn bits of dead plants back into dirt. he seems eager to learn this stuff. sometimes with bryce when i haven’t seen him for a while i tell him i got him something. then reach into my pocket. then pull my hand out bunched up in a fist. then reach out like i’m about to give him something. then pop my middle finger up and tell him he’s a dickhead. i received this same gift for my birthday yesterday, he had permission from his mum.
i’m baby sitting tuesday, wednesday and thursday this week. if i’m right, and i’m probably not, then ‘apoplexy’ is an old-time term for getting so angry your brain starts to bleed and that’s what i’m going to avoid by not trying to get the boys to help me finish raking the weeds on the front patch of garden this week. i’ll do it myself. actually. no, bryce will help cart weeds to the wheel barrow. uh, maybe.
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