It was a mistake to get a new computer and discover I had a forum to set up the day after I had a chiropractic adjustment for the worst neck strain I've ever had. Dr. Bob said, "Holy shit!" when he put his hand on my neck to search for the misalignment. It's bad when your chiropractor is impressed by your whacked out spine. It's worse when you ice it down afterwards, take Advil, go to bed early, and still wake up at 0 Dark Hundred with a migraine-intensity headache. If you then spend all day Saturday playing with your new toys sitting in the same positions that bring on the strained trapezius and lower back problems, you should not be surprised to wake up Sunday morning at 0 Dark Hundred with another migraine-intensity headache.
So it's been an Advil kind of weekend, but since it hasn't really taken away the pain, only reduced it to bearable levels, I haven't been up to much besides loading software and sorting out the forum stuff. It rained again, too. I hurled myself out of bed when I heard the water running down the gutter pipes, but it was too late: my oversoaked daffodils were wet again. Luckily we drilled those holes yesterday so everything drained out. Moving them under the eaves pretty much exhausted my strength for the day. I pottered around admiring the new growth in the main beds, wondering why there seemed to be daffodils coming up where I planted the iris, plucking off dead growth from various things, but failing to do the one thing I really needed to do in the daylight which was moving the violets from the containers into small pots. They never bloomed after I planted them, and since they were mainly in the container to add color until whatever's planted there comes up, they have to be shuttled over to someplace less busy while they work on blooming again.
And if you still don't believe that gardening can be a contact sport, take the example of Denise who went up against the snails on her bougainvillea and walked away with a dislocated shoulder. Those are some tough snails! Okay, so she was standing on a shaky brick and it gave way and she happened to land wrong, but still, the snails probably planned it in conjunction with the mole she's been fighting for the last year. "Dig here, Moley," they must have said in slow, silvery voices. "We'll climb up the trellis and entice her to step on it. Then she'll be out of commission for weeks, and the garden will be ours, all ours, muahahahaha!"
Anyway, here I am, neck like the Hulk, head pounding, still playing with my new toys. I'm going to regret this tomorrow at work when I have another hellish week with too few agents and bad weather adding to my already full workload, but I honestly don't care. At least I got something for my pains from this. I fixed numerous pages on my main site, whipped up some graphics, got the forum up and running, caught up on all my web ring chores, and enjoyed browsing the Internet at home. It's such a marvelous thing to have a fast, powerful computer at my fingertips. If only I could remember to sit straight and keep my head in alignment with my spine.
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