I got up, surprised Paul, and we walked to his community garden to do some upkeeping. We were out there for over an hour, because in his one-month absence, the attack of the edible tomatoes had occurred. They were everywhere. They had even grown two of the metal planters right out of the ground! The garden was in good shape otherwise, though, five lanes deep and very productive. We brought back a lot of unripened tomatos that were on branches that just had to go. He put them in the windowsill at his new house, which at least looks cool if nothing else:
When we got back, Paul cut up some of the peppers we’d gathered, and put them in tortillas with some cream cheese. They were delicious, and the capsaicin was enough to make your tongue smoke, but then everything tasted more. After a while, Eric came over and fulfilled his bet on camera. Then, he, Paul, Scott, Kristi, Harley and I went to the Ragtag to see Eagle v. Shark. I love the Ragtag. And I thought the movie was pretty great as well. When we got back to Paul’s new place, there was a little party rocking, and I hung out for a while, then dragged some blankets into n empty room, and slept on them.
By the way, I put up as my status message on facebook that I am “vagabonding.” Accoridng to wikipedia, “a vagabond is a (generally impoverished) itinerant person. Such people may be called tramps, rogues, hobos or schnorrer. A vagabond is a traveling person that does not have a fixed home or abode. They just roam wherever he or she pleases. Vagabonds are not bums, as bums are not known for traveling.” That’s totally me right now, and I live/love it.
