th3ruffian

The tomatoes are up, and have just been separated into individual pots. They are bright little sprigs of green in a still muddy, brown, yellow, and grey spring from a winter that just wouldn't go away. Seedling tomatoes will always make me think of my grandma. She was something of an epic gardener... In February, my 98 year old grandmother passed away. It was as peaceful and quiet as things like this can be, I suppose. My mother, father, and myself were there with her, during a terrible blizzard that prevented the rest of the family from getting there. In a way, I think that's how she would have wanted it. She wasn't aware of individuals, bu

It's been a year since I updated this journal, and oh the fucking stories I could tell you. I've broken an ankle and recovered (mostly, it was a bad break), been fucked over royally on construction jobs (I'm still owed thousands. Literally thousands of dollars), slugged away at a dying retail job (which I am going to miss like fuck when it's gone soon), driven through winter nights which I would never do again if I had my choice, I watched my best friend's dad die way before his time, I've worked past the point of exhaustion (say hello to a 6am-1am shift, which beats my previous record of 10am to 2am) and never been poorer in cash flow. I'm e

I have reached another one of those periods when creativity is low, though the desire for it is not. It's just that time is short. I am pressing hard, harder than I have in a long time. But I am pressing towards a new career, one where I call the shots. I'm tired of making someone else rich, so I'm raging seven days a week for minimum 12 hour days. The reward? Cash of course, and experience, and building myself up. I don't want to blow this chance at making something for myself. I mean, any idiot can learn to do renos and construction, but very few of them are asked to do the level I'm at right off the start line. I am reminded of a period a