So, the blogging thing has really taken a back seat to all the other things I’ve got going on right now. The Bees are in pretty rough shape. I quit logging their stuff until I get it under control. Multiple waves of ignoring (or overthinking) what my books told me left me with about 6 weeks of trying to get all the wavy comb straightened out in my hive. It’s heading into winter and due to this, there’s a chance there may not be enough honey for them to live off of.
I started to check the hive yesterday and my neighbor started vacuuming her pool. I’m lighting my smoker and about to expand by another bar but she just opened her back door. There may be a plot against me now. Maybe it’s about the cats (longer story). I just checked and things are slowing down. It’s getting cooler.
Old Age Realization:
Tardiness is one of my pet peeves. A strong pet peeve. Tardiness is a lack of respect for other people’s time.
My other anxiety ties closely to parking. There’s never enough. Anywhere. I don’t mind parking far away and walking. That’s not my problem. My problem is then that I have to leave earlier, so as not to be late, and then walk the distance that it takes from where I parked (which has to suitably be marked that I won’t be towed.)
Combine the two, and it’s just a recipe for anger and frustration.
