Sometimes life feels like a story. Especially when I start narrating everything. My friend D.C. said this is a normal writing thing. Well, not normal exactly, but common. He wrote a whole play about it. 

I've been busy, which is good. Something to occupy most moments. Walking, video games, reading. Also watching an actual television show. Tending to the bamboo.

I kind of want even more bamboo. I suppose the beauty of bamboo is that in time, I will have even more as long as I take care of it. 

Oh, I also need to decorate my house for Halloween. Put up some spooky tattered cloth. That would be pretty dang cool. 

It's a beautiful day. The morning was cloudy and cool; it felt like I was near an ocean. The bamboo I tied up to try to straighten is doing okay, and more shoots are coming up also. So much I don't know about these plants. 

When Kelly and I went to the zoo, we noticed many species of bamboo growing all over. It seems to be one of the dominant sources of plant life for our beloved desert zoo. I noticed that most of the time, it was growing in soil that looked, to me, like regular desert dirt, which is in most of my backyard. We got good soil and planted the bamboo in that, and I thought since the rest of our yard is dirt, the bamboo wouldn't really spread on its own. The zoo-grown bamboo leads me to believe otherwise. Our bamboo at home is clumping, so it should be easy to control. 

-Final entry, before the bamboo grew rampant and took over the world

Having a week off certainly shatters habits. Or were they already cracking? Of course they were. My routine is always fraying at the edges, eroded by the passage of time. On long journeys, one can forget why they began. 

Am I trying to be much better than I was, or kind of better? Really, my goals are to have a healthy heart, bones that don't break to easily, and to be able to lift heavy things due to my hidden passion for rearranging furniture. 

I've come to the conclusion that I should modify my diet a little. Maybe reduce sugar, and cut out refined sugar entirely. I'm not looking at is dieting, more like I will have to walk less each day to get the same results. Thus, I gain more time to do things besides walking. 

I'm trying to straighten my bamboo. For a while, my beloved plants did not put up any new shoots. In the past couple of weeks, most have put up at least one. A few places are difficult to walk between due to the way the bamboo is bending. I've used twine to try to straighten them a little and keep a path going.

Also yesterday, I received a mistaken delivery for groceries. Two gallons of whole milk and a Slim Jim. I contacted the delivery service and let them know. They said I could keep the food. I said really? Is this a trap? They said no. So I ate the Slim Jim. I'm still alive, so that's good. Raccoon powers are still activated.

Note to self: Make list of things to do around house.

Treat it like work, I guess. Get up and do the things. 

How long has it been since I just played games without streaming? Long time, I think. I do enjoy it, but I suppose it is adding some strain on my naturally introverted nature. Can't zone out and play the same way. Meh, it's fine. It raises money for the animals. I'd be playing anyway. All this extra thinking is probably good for me.

My nephew had a cold, and it wasn't Covid. I felt a bit lethargic this weekend. Was it cold-related? I can't tell anymore. 

I took my mom some shrimp last night. Perhaps I should go over there every Sunday evening. She just turned 72 and who knows how many Sundays we have left. That's true all the time, of course, it's a statistical thing now. It would be nice if she lived to be a hundred so I can pester her for a few more decades. Maybe I'll get magically rich and finish my degree. That would make her happy.

Also I do like animals and they are fun to study. Everyone wins!

Agriculture. Blarney. Chimpanzee. Dirigible. Entropy. Falarnum. Glib. Holstein. Imp. Jive. Kelp. Lobster. Mendicant. Nip. Offal. Periwinkle. Quintuple. Roster. Space. Tango. Uvula. Whiskey. Xenology. Yip. Zoroaster.

Break time, shake time, gonna do The Snake time.

What a world can accomplish, what a universe can deal with. Pull it apart like monkey bread.

Listen to everything. It can happen to you, if you're not listening.

The puppies keep jumping on the bed at night and trying to sleep up there. Might be time to get a bigger bed. 

Hey hey, the US is out of Afghanistan. Mostly. That war is older than this blog. 

And what have I accomplished in that same time period? Sleeping, mostly. 

Dread and foreboding, begone. I should pull some weeds this weekend. That always feels like an accomplishment. 

Oh and vacuum. And finally go through my closet and get rid of stuff. Who needs all this stuff? Not me, that's for sure.