In this bed we have basically a remainder of seeds from the other ones, not gonna be able to rotate the beds like I originally planned, but oh well.
So on the left we have rutabaga and parsnips planted between rows of sunflowers and catnip.
In the right we have kale, arugula and lettuce, between those rows are carrots and radishes. Theres also an entire row of marigolds on the left side of this.
In the middle… is… carrots! Didn’t even have anymore lettuce or radishes to plant with them even.
Next year I’ll start more stuff inside properly so not wasting as many seeds scatter planting stuff stuff like lettuce.
Oh man, I’m hoping I can get back to a work pace like that after my surgery, I miss being able to just work all day. This whole getting 2-3 hours of work in an 8 hour day just wears on the mind. The painkillers help, but than you forget to pace, but of a catch 22.
The other unfortunate thing, most of my other hobbies (well most of life really) requires hands, so it’s not like I can chill and play the games I want or read a book sometimes. But definitely trying too, it’ll be easier with a couple mandatory milestones crossed off it hope.
The Tylenol 3s help, but side effects and don’t exactly want to be on an addictive habit forming synthetic chemical either. Get enough flak for my medical cannabis use, don’t need to explain and justify more when it’s invisible disabilities.
One of folk’s favorite things to hit me with: but you’re so young! Like, first off, I’m 40’s, I just try to take care of myself. Second, yes my knees hurt and my back is sore because I’ve been doing all this stuff since I was a kid, but tell me again how hard it’s been on your back to sit in a chair for hours. Third, these same people are the people that hire me to do jobs they couldn’t handle because reasons (that usually match my own reasons for grunting and wincing all day, but self awareness is a diminishing resource).
I am growing into a bitter old fuck and I’m not a fan of my attitude these days. I’m trying to keep it down, but man I tell you, I am so sick to death of people and their petty nonsense. And I know I’m no saint or ubermensch, but I’m getting out there and doing shit. Running a business that helps farmers, digging my own garden, practicing my skills, networking and getting new gigs. It’s hard work and with this world of convenience we’ve built for ourselves, I find fewer folks willing to get to it. Which is great for my own bottom line, but the commentary always seems to come from a place of ignorance with these guys and I’m within a hair’s breadth of calling at least one client a dumb mother fucker.
Sorry, didn’t mean to rant at you, but I feel you. I broke my leg right at the knee joint when I was 18 and I’ve never gotten full function back out of it. Took like three years to get rid of the limp. It hurts all the time but at least I got a nice big surgery scar to point at and shut folks down. I’m sorry you gotta go through this. It’s not fair, especially considering how willing you are to pitter patter and how good you are at it.
Just, like, watch the pills. I come from one of those little mountain communities that got eaten alive by the Sackler’s ambition. I seen plenty of good, hard working folks turn into junkies so some slick corporate prick can afford the second home he uses to fuck his mistress
I’m gonna go plant something
Oh man, I wish that’s what I get, I tell my employees and all I get is yeah that’s getting old, it’s like you know I have carpal tunnel and other stuff… I guess whatever makes them feel better about their work output. So yeah I’m the other way, I should be off on disability and WCB, but WCB sees I can pay people to do the stuff I can’t and should be able to be self modified duties.
Disability would just drug me up and say good luck, so rocks and hard places, so my wife pays me to look after the house, home, yard can kids so we don’t need to pay for it. It actually saves the business money, but none of the employees would want to see it that way. Anyways that’s my rant and that’s my fault for buying the family business with the hope that my dad wouldn’t be an ass still. I was supposed to be doing carpentry with his client list, not taking over as the company laborer…
Man that’s young, but I’ve also been dealing with carpal tunnel since early in my apprenticeship right out of highschool. I’ve paid my dues doing shit jobs for a decade before buying the business with my hard earned money. Its frustrating having to account for their injuries and issues, but anytime I pace myself for a day so I can also do personal work I’m somehow not pulling my weight…
The pills are so I can have my yard/house and fun, and as you say pitter patter, I’m doing it for my family and myself. And I do still pull my weight at work when I need to, I’m not gonna let the business go under, that’s also partly why I can’t go on WCB or disability, still needed to do something every so often…they are also only until I get my steroid shot as that should keep the pain down for a few months. Originally was trying to avoid the shots and surgeries, but life…
Ive offered them a laborer and I’ll hire one if needed, but they seem to think it’s time/money from their pocket, since it would be less OT. They never see big picture unfortunately. But yeah, I’m not taking pills so I can go work and be taken advantage of not allowing me to spend time with my family. My wife operates the office, but if I go help her with that everyone else thinks I can go and help them on the jobs. So here we are.