I’ve been investigating fast-growing hedges.
I don’t have a dislike for the neighbors (yet), I just want something to help break up the wind and give the rest of my trees a chance. I’m trying to stay away from bamboo but it would certainly be the fastest-growing option. However, if you plant bamboo you’d better make sure that you really like it, because you’ll never get rid of it and it tends to try and take over the world. That is the problem with vigorous, fast-growing plants.
Is that interesting? No, I guess not.
At least it gave me some form of conversation with my hairdresser today. She mentioned that she’s a gardener, she said she’d looking to put a hedge around the back of her property, and so we talked about hedging. For three hours.
I’ve often found it hard to maintain conversations with people like hairdressers. It’s not that they’re not interesting people, it’s just that the situation is very forced and the talk tends to stay small. Married? Yes. Kids? No. Pets? Cats. Job? Etc etc. They don’t tend to drive for deep philosophical discussions either, but that’s just because I’m willing to bet that they go through the same repertoire of small talk with all their clients and they’re not really listening anyway. It’s part of the job.
I do often miss my old hairdresser in Hamilton. She asked interesting questions. I once spent an afternoon explaining the structure of the U.S. Government to her. Another day we talked about Henry VIII. When you have as much hair as I do, and you go in for foils… well, you have a lot of time to kill.
Plus I’m a verbose know-it-all, like lots of people on the autism spectrum. I struggle to start the conversation but I like having a forum. This is also part of the reason why forced social contact doesn’t always work out that well for me. It’s very easy for me to put a foot wrong. I can put on a reasonably good facade most of the time, but underneath that I’m just odd.
Not that there’s anything wrong with being odd.
Foils worked out all right too.