Dear Darling Ones,
I love the word fecund, and am always a little bit sad that I can’t use it very often. Other words I love and can’t use very often include: draconian, concatenate, juniper, circuitous, and trousers.
Fecund is a word that calls attention to itself and makes the user sound like they’re trying too hard. I learned my lesson about trying too hard using words in like 1986 when I discovered the word druthers and used it while trying to choose pizza toppings with Sister #2 and Jodi Hanson. They roasted me within an inch of my life. I still have scars. It’s been 35 years and Jodi Hanson still teases me about the word druthers.
You can tease me all you want, but fecund is the only adjective worthy of the Sadness Garden today.
I recognize there have been entirely too many Sadness Garden updates of late, but I’m working really hard to bury all my feelings so I don’t bum everyone out all the time. It’s a lot of work. I’m close to reading a book a day so my brain never has a moment of quiet to contemplate. It’s working like a charm. I’m not at all miserable or lonely. I’m fine. Fine. FINE.
Today between eating French toast (a comfort food), napping, and reading Jeff Tweedy’s Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc. I spent some time giving the Sadness Garden a little TLC. I also spent some time being obsessed with getting a fern.
Let me tell you, this contrary gardener is quite proud of her jungle. Today I had to repot three of the my plant colleagues. Travis (tradescantia nanouk) was tipping over the shitty container he came in so I moved him to a pot recently vacated by Joan (sansevieria) who was bursting out of it. I moved her to an old urn-like thing I got a million years ago.
But the biggest news is I had to split Peggy (maranta) into two planters. I, of course, named the new one Stan for obvious reasons.
Bleh, I’m sorry everything around here sucks all the time. I don’t know what to do to make things better.
I’m really lost,