My Geek Rocks!

I love being married to a geek sometimes.

Sure, it's rough when he's attached to his latest 3rd person shooter multiplayer yadda yadda on the computer, yelling into his headphones through Skype to the other geeks in his world about an ambush behind the zombie hospital or pretending to be a troll/necromancer/paladin for hours on end.

It has all paid off though today.

He's building me a program, of sorts. It's hyperlinked. There's pivot tables and Visual Basic something or other involved. He even made it pretty.

Oh yeah, I'm loved.

We measured out the part of the garden that we finished mulching, he opened up some programs, and began demanding data about how much room certain plants needed and whatnot.

I now have virtual garden plots. He actually was reading my seed packets and calculating the square footage needed for beans and tomatoes. It was so cute. Usually I just guess and then overestimate how much space they will need, because of roots and room to maneuver.

He wants to maximize the efficiency and productivity of each square foot of the garden, since he's now given up several gallons of sweat and hours of backbreaking mulching labor to my apparently under-organized plans. Since I don't tend to think of gardening and math in the same sentence, this is a whole new world for me.

Next thing, he'll likely have me weighing produce from each plant or somesuch. I like his interest and willingness to help. Computers are a little more efficient than my handy dandy notebook and chicken scratchings.

In other news, while drying off after swimming at my in-laws' pool, I had a look at the garden bed they will let me play with. It's bigger than we thought- about 4' wide and maybe 25' long. It's also filled with weeds and a couple of small tree-looking half-mangled bizarre things that I couldn't identify. It could easily be one of my father-in-law's mad scientist experiments. I will have to ask.

My beloved geek suggested since it's so small that we just head over one night this week to clear it out with the weed whacker and see what kind of condition the soil's in. Since we can jump right in the pool while we're done, and Mr. Smarty Pants and Mr. Autism can swim while we take turns working, it sounds like an easy way to spend an evening. He really wants next Saturday to be a fun day. There's a certain mouse in Orlando he's longing to visit. For the kids, of course.

Anything, for my favorite geek.