Doing shit today

I sent one important email this morning re:company sidejob. I got the seeds ready for the person who actually managed to get me their address (sidenote: apparently seed swap people have no sense of stranger danger because we just give each other our addresses and somehow it seems like a bad idea because maybe someone is faking being a grandma but no one faking would really spell that badly or use so little punctuation that I couldn't comprehend if they were talking about green beans or purple peas but who cares! there are seeds!) and I've got to package that at the post office and send it away with the ebay books. 

I also sent an email part work part personal to a friend/farmer (B's sister) about a pesticide applicator course she was asking about along with the transplants they might be growing for me if they have enough room. 

I'm also doing actual work stuff, this morning we went up to a farm to pick up sweet potatoes from their variety trial for taste testing :)

I'm also going through paperwork yay

I've got some data entry to do still. 

After work, I'm driving to nearby town to find the used sports place for skates and then going through the grocery store because Jade is sick with a cold and needs more tissues. No seed swap tonight just because it seems dumb. I just got more seeds in the mail and a bunch more on the way with the trades I just got around to last night so ehhh, I don't need more. For now. 

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Queering the Map

 sprimary over on pillowfort linked to Queering the Map 

Queering the Map is a community-generated mapping project that geo-locates queer moments, memories and histories in relation to physical space. As queer life becomes increasingly less centered around specific neighborhoods and the buildings within them, notions of ‘queer spaces’ become more abstract and less tied to concrete geographical locations. The intent of the Queering the Map project is to collectively document the spaces that hold queer memory, from park benches to parking garages, to mark moments of queerness wherever they occur.

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 I went to the sports store this afternoon and I dug through their used stuff. Unfortunately I didn't find anything used in my size but I did find a new pair that were $60 which was cheaper than I was expecting for a nice new pair. So I got them and since they were new, they sharpened them for me right in the shop. (they also had a good selection of used goalie gear for consideration later) 

the dude who went to sharpen my skates came back out after sharpening and was looking for me. I was sitting off to the side in some of the racks while I waited. He came back out and said, "hey where's the person for the skates. was it a dude or a lady?" which is something that always always makes me laugh. And then made eye contact with me as I hopped up. 

I don't think he ever figured it out but I laughed a lot in the truck about it. 

I also needed skate guards but I didn't buy them because I have all these canvas pants I can't use anymore. I would repair them but all the holes are in the crotch and I can't repair them well enough to keep them from ripping at the crotch even more. But now, I cut the legs off and I'm using those as skate guards for now. 

So now I have funny wraps for my skates and canvas jorts with a giant hole in the crotch.