…is all about spring cleaning, right? At least that is what I told myself when I selected a new theme. I pushed the activate button. I saw all of my blog posts go into hiding. I added some snappy new headers from photos I took around the farm. I realized this theme really needs many more photos. I, while looking at the clock and realizing it is after 1 AM, grumbled at myself for selecting a new theme when I did not have enough time to make sure that said new theme actually looked halfway presentable. I suppose I am not grateful for this new theme.
Actually, aside from the snappy new headers, I’m not sure that I am fond of this new them. The old one was basic, but easy. The background was some shade of turquoise. I cannot seem to get the color choices to stay for this theme. Again, glancing at the clock, I realize that fact that it is after 1 AM may well have more to do with my unfondness for this theme and the lack of background color sticking than does the actual theme itself. This means that I probably am going to head to bed instead of fiddling with the theme settings.
I consider grrrring. I keep typing instead. Last night, I went to sleep around 2 AM. I got up at 6:30. This is normal of late. I submitted a job application prior to the sleeping time, so that was something good. I need to organize the office closet, but I am typing here instead. Lured in by the promise of nifty new themes and follower counts in the thousands, I was seduced into pushing the save and apply button before I was ready to commit.
Today, I moved the baby peeper station out of the main coop. I am readying it to be a rooster haven if/when the little rascals start getting too hormonal before the baby peeper ladies are ready. Chickens are dusty creatures. After the coop, I moved on to topping up the potato plants. Since I planted corn too close to the taters, I am in constant danger of corn crushing as the new plants are about an inch tall. Yesterday, I noticed that the broccoli has already begun to broccify. Today, I found a baby artichoke on the plant that came back from last year’s garden. I’m afraid there is a rogue tomato plant over by the potatoes as well. It could be a weed though. If I dig it up and move it, I may well feel more than slightly foolish if it turns into a weed, and not a rogue tomato. On the other hand, if I do not move it, how will I know?
I have a third interview with Singapore tomorrow. I probably should have prepared today. The trouble is, if I am in Singapore, who will be here to tend the garden and make friends with the snakes who like to hide among the chives?