iceland

bees, fish, writing

Sunday I got to see watch a honey bee hive be introduced to its new home--very, very awesome. Makes me want to reconfigure my lifestyle so that I can become an amateur bee keeper as well, but I figure I'd better wait until I've got the whole gardening thing worked out a bit better. (This year's lesson: peas can in fact survive being smashed multiple times. And onions basically ignore everything.)

Today I listened to Icelandic music and ate Icelandic fish & chips. The music sounded just as good in Pennsylvania as it did in Iceland. The fish didn't fare so well--although perhaps that's because I was eating it in a faux-Chicago restaurant in Pennsylvania instead of a faux-Mexican restaurant in Iceland. Or maybe things just taste better in Iceland. It is possible, I suppose, although I feel like a traitor to my fair home state for even contemplating it.

If I were sensible, I'd be hard at work on my sga_genficathon story. Because I'm not, I've been toying with a Sumner story I started ages ago and then dropped but still really like. It's kind of ... weird, so I doubt anyone else will, but that's never stopped me before. (No fear, though, sholio; I will complete my assignment this time around even if I have to pull an all-nighter to do so.)
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I think you should learn to keep a plant alive first. Bees are pretty unforgiving! :)
Oh, I can keep individual plants alive (I still have a lovely poinsettia I rescued my freshman year of college, 7 years ago, and that's taken some doing)--it's just vegetable gardening on a larger scale that's problematic.