I've found so much joy and release in gardening and being outside every day that today's grey and rainy weather made me realize that this winter is going to be hard. Right now I'm working on a series of hobbies-to-be that I can pick up when the sun starts to set at 4:30 or whatever bullshit time the sun sets in the dead of winter. Reading, sewing, playing the guitar, baking- they'll all be good, nothing like digging in sticky black dirt and foraging through zucchini leaves, but good too.
For my birthday I struck it rich. Not really, but all the parental figures gave me money, so I'm now able to buy the compost bin I want, and the Nintendo DS I've always wanted. My birthday money came in cards with messages like "don't pay bills with this" and "buy something for yourshelf" from my dad, the original kre8tiv speller. (One time he wrote "I can't believe its butter" on the grocery list and my sister and I laughed for, well, we're still laughing about that one. Picture the commercials for that product: "I can't believe its butter! This stuff tastes like shit!" Anyway... ) So I'm making an effort to listen. Now that I'm 30, I'm probably a much better listener.