Like if your vegan anarchist grandma and vegan anarchist dad were the same person.
I am an engineer (closer to toot toot then clicky clacky) cosplaying as a farmer in unceded aninstanabe territory in eastern ontario.
- canada plant hardiness zone: 5a
- extreme minimum temperature zones: 4b
- climate data from my garden
Pronouns: she/they
Maybe the real vegan theory club were the friends we made along the way ✨







My executive function is comically bad rn. Grabbed pants, socks and underwear from the basement. Went up to my bedroom to dress. Sat down to put on socks. Put in pants. Realized I had not put on the underwear. Deep sigh. Took off pants and put on underwear, then pants.
Went out to dress for outside. Realize I didn't grab long sleeves from the bedroom, which is why I dressed there to being with. Went back to grab sleeves.
Okay, ready to go! Grab jacket. Can't find gloves. I always put them in the same place...where are they? Whatever, I'll wear different gloves. Maybe they are in the car. Zip up jacket. Realize my phone is in my butt pocket, and I can't drive like that. Hike up my knee length jacket to grab my phone. Zipper breaks (splits). What the fuck why do all my zippers break? I just bought this jacket. Wait a sec... This is my old jacket I am keeping to get my zipper repaired. Did I...did I leave my jacket and gloves in the car two days ago???
Yup.
😅
I am glad I can laugh at this. It was super low stakes - just going for a walk - and I'm sure if it was a workday I'd be sobbing due to frustration. Also my husband grabbed my jacket for me and was very patient about it all and that helps too.