Month: March 2010

Having raised the earth boxes onto cement blocks the other day, I planted tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, nasturtiums, cukes, radishes and herbs today.
The soil smelled fantastic, and there was a nice cloud of humidity on the top surface of the cold frame.
Oh, yeah.

The soil is softening up, and I can certainly plant in the Earth Boxes. Swept and reorganized the wood and larger items in the shed yesterday. Cut down the remaining grasses and did some raking in the back but am still waiting for the snow to melt so I can finish spring cleanup in front of the fence. Did the last bit of cleanup in the field behind the house; must have hauled six wheelbarrows full of detritus from their ridiculous mauling of trees along the periphery. Peter is off to San Francisco again, will not be back until next Monday morning.

I’ve avoided local female professional organization get-togethers because the announcements give me the willies.
Some are a turn-off because they are so hideously bridal-shower chatty, so “just us girls”, so clubby, exclusive and manipulative.
Others are preachy and directive, clubbing you over the head with their over-competitive “join us or else you and your business (and your children and your pets) will die” dog-eat-dog hard sell.
In other words, the announcements are everything that’s hideous about the American notion of a woman deserving of success, whether it be a good marriage or a fulfilling career.
Compare and contrast with a UK organization called “Women in Technology”. I’m sorry to be an ocean away, because the invites are respectful, guileless, non-manipulative, intelligent and, well, helpful.
Here’s an example of an event I’d love to attend.
Here’s a testosterone-fueled one that might appeal to Amazonian triathlete multi-national CEOs but not I suspect to the average woman.