I apologize if it seems like I've been waxing matrimonial a lot lately, but I'm new to marriage and still picking up on all its little joys and foibles. But I was surprised to learn about something I hadn't realized might be expected of a married woman...
Gardening. Last week I got a two inch by two inch piece of paper from the manager stating: "If you want a plot in the garden you must come to gardening day tomorrow!" Two things surprised me about the note: the word 'must' and the exclamation point. These things imply that people are clambering for a spot in the Academy Apartments garden. Needless to say I was nonplussed about the whole thing and opted out of gardening day. I thought I'd leave my plot to someone more desperate for a few square feet of dirt.
But that was not the end of it. This Monday my manager came to the door to inform me face to face that I haven't missed my chance to garden (Guess what, there was more dirt under the other grass!) She was hosting FHE corn planting in about 30 minutes and Dave and I were welcome to shovel and hoe in exchange for a coin purse of corn kernels.
We did go to FHE corn planting, and Kristina (our manager) assured us that she will let us know which row is ours soon. (She probably has to weigh how hard we worked versus the quality of the rows and asses our situation first).
I'll keep you updated on the status of our maize, and if nothing else we'll end up with some great popcorn balls.