The time is ticking and I’m watching it tick by. It’s making me anxious because I have so much to do and such little time to do it. Thankfully, I’ve been given a little bit of extra time but that also means that the workload has gone up and I have to satisfy those requirements to be able to use the extra time. It’s quite stressful, to be perfectly honest.
It doesn’t help that I also have heaps of other things to stress and worry about. There is so much going on in my sharehouse right now that it’s consuming my mind. We have a cockroach issue, internet issues and house cleaning schedule issues. Because of this, I’ve had to dedicate all my time to sorting out this drama rather than tending to my beautiful rose plant which needs me to look after it. I need to dedicate more time to it in order to have it flourish and if I don’t, it will likely die. I don’t think you understand how stressful this actually is for me.
Why is the saying “if it rains it pours,” so darn true? This is always the way. Especially for me. Any time that I’m starting to feel happy or comfortable with my life, it seems like the world throws a curveball at me which either turns my life upside down (in the worst case scenario) or makes it bumpy. I don’t want to have to deal with the bumps!
As I said before, all I want to deal with is the should-be stunning miniature roses that are supposed to be blossoming this time of year. But they’re not blossoming because I’m not taking care of them. As time flies past, it’s getting more and more likely that my roses will die completely and that will be the icing on the cake in terms of my life. I hope my housemates understand how much I’m sacrificing on a day-to-day basis to be able to support us.
Hop awoke in a garden of ash.
Their head felt heavy from what they assumed to be smoke as a result of the burning. Before them sat a crumpled piece of paper, half scorched. Picking it up, Hop found the text illegible, the damage too great. Shaking their head, Hop wondered what on earth had brought them here and how the crew’s garden had managed to burn so badly.
Sitting up, Hop pulled out their phone and checked the crew’s log, but the previous day’s entry had been left completely blank. Gideon hadn’t assigned Hop a mission after the last one, so they supposed that meant the day was free.
Hop had never loved gardening – that was a job for the servants – but these last few years had them doing all sorts of lowborn jobs thanks to the Collapse, so they supposed planting some new roses wasn’t too far beneath them. Wondering where they could find hybrid tea roses for sale, Hop started toward the garden shed, which had miraculously survived the inferno.
Hopefully, Iris had left some spare rose seeds in the shed, given that would make the job a lot easier. If Hop had to go all the way to the store to buy seeds, they’d probably abandon the task altogether. Where did one even go to buy seeds? It was at times like this that Hop really wished their servants were still around. Of course, they could always buy seeds online, but then the job wouldn’t be done today and who knew how long it would be until Hop had another chance?
By Glob, Iris was going to be so disappointed when she found out that the garden had been destroyed. She’d spent so long delicately planting and guiding each of those climbing roses – an impressive feat considering she only had, on average, a chance to look after them once every five days. The least Hop could do was get the roses started on the road to recovery, especially considering what Hop was planning to do next.