substandard Frankly…this blog is probably substandard. It hasn’t really a purpose..it tends to blather on about nothing at all…it isn’t the only thing that is substandard in my life and home either..Just the most visible to strangers.
The house is a definite substandard house. Things falling off, falling down, crumbling to dust and held together with prayer, twine and duct tape.
The garden is substandard. Oh it is growing. I have eggplants and peppers, a tomato or two in a pot, and brussel sprouts……..it’s just that the garden itself is so very odd..with some plants gargantuan and others small, stunted and scraggly.
It may sound like a negative thing but substandard is probably the very best I can hope for at this time in my life. I don’t want to have more and more..it just means more dusting. And besides, if another great flood comes along, everything I own and love will fit perfectly inside that submarine. It’s nice to know that in case of disaster, I CAN take it with me.