Sauced and buzzed

Is there a tomato's anonymous support group? I think I may have a problem. I've taken my tomato obsession to work now.


Work at the house is turning into a daily Where's Waldo excercise. What tiny miniscule changes happened today? Like removal of the old heating vent pipe.


Notice something different? The window screens are gone. They were harshly white and clashed with the overall pseudo historical-ness of the house. We're going to swap them out with bronze ones. I'm so anal retentive sometimes. Work is slow, and I never see workers anymore. I think I will give them Where's Waldo striped shirts to wear because they are so elusive and hard to locate. I'm not sure they'll get the joke though.


Planted seeds a couple days ago. I guess it was wishful thinking to expect seedlings. I've already forgotten what I have planted in which compartment. And yes, there are more tomatos in there somewhere. A bit late in the season to start seed, I'm hoping SoCal's long growing season will make up for the late start. We'll see what happens. My mini-greenhouse project months ago turned out to be an utter disaster. Will try again next winter, hopefully with heat in the house.


Woo Hoo! Volunteer growth from when the neighborhood skunk ransacked the chili pepper bed. Unexpected tomato seeding! Must have unearthed some tomato seeds left in compost. I'm going to let it grow and see what develops. Is it yellow pear? Orange cherry? Perhaps sprouted from that pint of green zebra's from Trader Joe's? Or some unknown commercial variety from salsa with my burrito? Or from marinara sauce that developed green fuzz?


A biplane buzzed the office building today. I don't even question events like these in my life anymore. Surreal things happen all the time that I find it normal now.