in the newest entry in “kontextmaschine is at least not young anymore”,

I did hella weeding in the side yard, like, I’m proud, after 3 years of this almost all the serious shit was gone there’s just these two harmless things, this one with leaves with 3 circular pods and a white flower stem in the middle

(I garden in the true pioneer folk fashion and make up my own name for everything, these are “starbases”)

and this one (”purple tab false mushroom”) that looks kind of like clover on an elongated stem until it starts getting purple tabs that grow into flowers and quickly catch pregnant, then dry and brown in place with the leaves pointing downwards looking like a bell-capped mushroom

and they’re types that take quick to loose disturbed soil, like where I took out the worse stuff

(there’s a part over there that I’m letting rougher stuff stay and anchor root the soil because it’s essentially a dune, I was like “why is this ground so sandy” and eventually my neighbour said that was where the last owners got a big dumpoff of sand and just left it. which was weird until I connected the dots to the Disney stickers on the spare bedroom door that the halfassed “raised bed” in the back yard was actually an overgrown sandbox)

anyway I cleared out a 240-liter green bin and a 30 gal plastic can worth of them, and then seeded the ground with (sun/sun&shade/shade mix) grass seed, hopefully this’ll be the last year of any effort and it’ll just be cleanup and mowing from there on

anyway think about all the bending over and all the hauling those bins, including semi-moist soil that stuck to the roots past a few shakes, and I was SO SORE

and I earnestly tried soaking my feet in Epsom salt bath for the first time

(interestingly, looking it up I got *more* woo about the power of the salt than I did in my SE Pennsylvania upbringing, where it was explained as “your skin lets things out easier than in so putting your feet in salty water makes homeostasis wick fluids out”)

and it felt good but I don’t know how good as vs. just elevating feet above the heart and it was tough to do both at once

that’s the part where I’m not young anymore

hey remember back in mid-2000s I Blame The Patriarchy where 2/100 posts would just be Twisty bitching about raising horses?