Weekly Goals: Killing Tomatoes
Goals are late this week. Friday is usually not a goal-oriented day. Friday is a “I’m ready to eat cookies on the couch and watch mindless television” kind of day. I am preoccupied with floundering tomato seedlings. Seedling which are managing to be both too wet and too dry all at the same time.
Am I over watering? Am I under-watering? Apparently both. Because they ain’t happy. Casualties are occurring, probably as we speak. I know not what to do, other than try to make slight adjustments, and not freak out. Worst case scenario, I guess I’m buying some expensive tomato starts.
Other than the murdering nightshades, last week I aspired to complete the following feats:
Tackle my receipt depository. Not done. Postponed due to tax concerns and delegated to The Husband for some serious sorting.
Buy Fencing Materials. Done. Both used and new supplies were purchased. Garden nest egg isn’t quite exhausted, but its working on it.
Find an accountant. Not just Done, but I’ve already had a meeting with said accountant, for the fat lot of good it did me.
Two out of three ain’t bad. That makes me feel mildly better. That and the emergence of my onions.
I have not yet killed those. Give me time.
Beyond vegetable resuscitation, I suppose I will
Arrange Mattress Removal. We got a new bed. It’s awesome. More on that later. This leaves me with an old mattress that needs to go. I am fortunate in that there are recycle options. Recycling options which cost double what taking it to the dump would. This is about putting your money where your mouth is.
Long(er) Term Budget. More on this later too. Accountants and receipts and budgets. See a pattern here? I usually do the budget a month at a time. I need to do some projections for the next 3 months in order to prevent a tapping of the Emergency Fund.
Garden Spreadsheet. Not only am I documenting my misadventures in gardening for all the world to see, I’m also trying to journal/map my progress (or lack thereof). It occurs to me (via Erica at NW Edible Life) that a more formal, quick view spreadsheet might be in order. Something where I don’t have to wade through pages of my hopes and fears in order to find out how I messed up last year.
And there you have it. Taxes and vegetables. An unlikely combo collide.