It’s hard to know when you are in the grips of perfectionism. It just takes over and before you know it you are trying to be the best at something for no good reason. It’s really not about being the best but about not letting people see you look flawed or make a mistake because somehow that means they can see right into your soul. And so it is with me and geology. I don’t like it because I’m not good at it. I’ll just have to make peace with that.
On another note what the hell am I doing getting involved in bee keeping? Did I mention that I ordered a package of bees? I have to drive two hours to pick them up because the other guy sends them in the mail and I don’t want bees delivered to my home. What if I’m not there and the neighbor had to sign for them? Not good. I met someone who does bees removal and knows a lot about bees. I ran into him when I went to go get some more kale seedlings to make more kale chips ( we’re running low). Anyway he tells me he’s got a call to remove some bees and gives me the address and it’s right on my block. He says the woman has got a hive in her yard and she’s really freaked out. So much for telling my neighbors I plan to get bees. I wonder if the bee keeper can remove her hive and secretly give it to me, that would save me a hundred bucks. Do you think I’ve gone insane? You know you’ll be the first one asking for raw, local, organic honey.