One of those days where things happen.

Mostly three-and-a-half hours of repotting, because it took that long to get all of it done. May have been a few minutes less, but it was good work and it’s the first of many steps in reclaiming the backyard.

The backyard… doesn’t actually need that much work, but at the same time it needs a lot and so I need to put in the time where I can, which is what I’m currently doing, or rather was doing this morning. Either tomorrow or the day after I’ll be mowing and cleaning it up, as well as the front. Getting it all nice and done and cleaned so I can get it to a spot where it can be maintained, and then the side too. And then I’ll keep on going, and work on making it more creature-friendly, and then hopefully I’ll make a bunch of money so I can buy a house with a big backyard so I can plant everything into the ground and then make the place that that place would be even more friendly for the various organisms out there.

But this is a dream that will likely not come true, as whilst I’ve escaped the crushing pressure of being poor, I have not escaped the crushing pressure of living in a city where I have been increasingly priced out of being able to buy a home, or move elsewhere. But I’ll get by… maybe.

Okay, so that was a bit heavier than I would have liked, but sometimes you get heavy. Should probably spend a bit more time getting heavy, really, but not right now. Right now I just want to ride the weather into something pleasant and pleasing and all of those things. It was a lot of effort and I think I did a pretty good job, but rest is temporary and more work comes tomorrow.

For now, I need to work out what I’m going to listen to this evening. I have some ideas, of course, but narrowing them down is where things get difficult. I need to think quite a lot about this; I want to set a good tone for now and a little later, and so long as I can, then surely I will, or whatever it is that people say.

Something relaxing is what is desired. Help match the work from earlier, which was tiring, but also relaxing in a sense. Keep that flow going from motion to hearing, and see where it all goes from there, if it does indeed go anywhere at all. Though really there will be little, if any sense of connection unless I know exactly what will, and I never do, and that’s not a bad thing.

It’ll be enjoyable music either way, and it’ll lead to the evening which will then lead to the morning where gardening happens all over again, and I’ll continue on and all those things, and whatever else may come my way.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:31:10