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dragonlady7Thing I Learned Today That I Wish I Didn't Know:
Earthworms bleed red.
EW!
Rescued some pansies from an ill-advised spot along the fence which, I realized, is the most heavily slug-infested part of our yard. And also, is really really a lot shadier than I thought. The poor pansies are all slug-nibbled and stunted and when I dug them up the soil was so clayey their original root balls were entirely separate from the surrounding soil. Which is just as well, as the surrounding soil contained slugs. EW. And worms. Hence my education in their circulatory systems. (It is impossible not to kill worms. They hide in dirt, we dig with sharp steel tools. They will get killed. At least usually half the body goes on to live. But it's creepy. The one that was bleeding was a really, really fat one, and-- OK, I'm not going to talk anymore.
Also planted some peas in a pot on the front porch. Half the package was left! We've got no more places to plant them. So if they die in the pot, better than them just being thrown away with the package. I might try doing a second planting in the late summer as well, since sometimes you can get another crop of peas that way, esp. as Buffalo has late autumns. It's worth a shot. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Whatever. I even attempted to make the drywall bucket I used as a pot (being short on huge-ass pots) look decorative by concealing it in a large bushel basket I found in the garage with its base rotted off. It looks... er, rustic. Sure. Whatever.
Also-- there is a sprout in the basket of sweet peas I was totally giving up on. Sweet! Only, like, two weeks later than the package said...
And, while everything in the garden is such a tiny sprout, I have absolutely no way of telling what's a weed. This weekend maybe we can get Dave's aunt Ruta over here and she can a) give us herbs for the garden, b) tell me why my basil died when I planted it, c) tell me what's a weed that I can pull out, and d) tell me if it's actually ok for me to use cedar mulch on my flower beds once everything's up, because I think it would help them retain moisture but I don't really know. (Also I have three bags of red cedar mulch I bought and then didn't use because I wasn't sure if I ought to, and it's kind of taking up space in the garage.)
Yes. Denied cats, I am becoming Crazy Plant Lady.
Am attempting not to waste tons of time by getting ready for work too early. I am not by nature any good at working in the afternoons; I become paranoid that I'll lose track of time, and so I cease doing anything useful and start sitting staring at the clock like two hours early. One of my improvised methods for keeping track of time (since I am terrible at that) is to listen to an album that's an hour long when I have 1:15 left before I have to go. That way I know when the music stops I have to stop writing/reading/doing what I'm doing, and get ready.
The problem is that I often don't notice when an album stops.
I suppose I should just break down and set myself a damn alarm or something, but that seems just... silly. Still, being unable to get anything of substance done because I can't concentrate in the five and some change hours between getting up and going to work is a phenomenal waste of time.
I did take a nap and had cool dreams. One of them featured being awakened by Scout. (I miss Scout. And her mama.) Another featured outwitting some serial killers. But I never remember my dreams with any vividness; they just confuse me all day when I remember details of them and can't remember whether it really happened.
On the bus, which I hope to catch both ways, I'm working on some backstory with Egalmoth prying into just why Ecthelion, the new boy, is so very boring. It's fun, except Ecthelion is being a prick and Egalmoth is starting to exceed the bounds of reasonability in dealing with him. They better find something in common quick. A factor hampering me is that I don't really know what Elves in Valinor did all day during the Time of the Trees, so they sort of don't have anything to talk about. Suggestions, anyone?
Earthworms bleed red.
EW!
Rescued some pansies from an ill-advised spot along the fence which, I realized, is the most heavily slug-infested part of our yard. And also, is really really a lot shadier than I thought. The poor pansies are all slug-nibbled and stunted and when I dug them up the soil was so clayey their original root balls were entirely separate from the surrounding soil. Which is just as well, as the surrounding soil contained slugs. EW. And worms. Hence my education in their circulatory systems. (It is impossible not to kill worms. They hide in dirt, we dig with sharp steel tools. They will get killed. At least usually half the body goes on to live. But it's creepy. The one that was bleeding was a really, really fat one, and-- OK, I'm not going to talk anymore.
Also planted some peas in a pot on the front porch. Half the package was left! We've got no more places to plant them. So if they die in the pot, better than them just being thrown away with the package. I might try doing a second planting in the late summer as well, since sometimes you can get another crop of peas that way, esp. as Buffalo has late autumns. It's worth a shot. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Whatever. I even attempted to make the drywall bucket I used as a pot (being short on huge-ass pots) look decorative by concealing it in a large bushel basket I found in the garage with its base rotted off. It looks... er, rustic. Sure. Whatever.
Also-- there is a sprout in the basket of sweet peas I was totally giving up on. Sweet! Only, like, two weeks later than the package said...
And, while everything in the garden is such a tiny sprout, I have absolutely no way of telling what's a weed. This weekend maybe we can get Dave's aunt Ruta over here and she can a) give us herbs for the garden, b) tell me why my basil died when I planted it, c) tell me what's a weed that I can pull out, and d) tell me if it's actually ok for me to use cedar mulch on my flower beds once everything's up, because I think it would help them retain moisture but I don't really know. (Also I have three bags of red cedar mulch I bought and then didn't use because I wasn't sure if I ought to, and it's kind of taking up space in the garage.)
Yes. Denied cats, I am becoming Crazy Plant Lady.
Am attempting not to waste tons of time by getting ready for work too early. I am not by nature any good at working in the afternoons; I become paranoid that I'll lose track of time, and so I cease doing anything useful and start sitting staring at the clock like two hours early. One of my improvised methods for keeping track of time (since I am terrible at that) is to listen to an album that's an hour long when I have 1:15 left before I have to go. That way I know when the music stops I have to stop writing/reading/doing what I'm doing, and get ready.
The problem is that I often don't notice when an album stops.
I suppose I should just break down and set myself a damn alarm or something, but that seems just... silly. Still, being unable to get anything of substance done because I can't concentrate in the five and some change hours between getting up and going to work is a phenomenal waste of time.
I did take a nap and had cool dreams. One of them featured being awakened by Scout. (I miss Scout. And her mama.) Another featured outwitting some serial killers. But I never remember my dreams with any vividness; they just confuse me all day when I remember details of them and can't remember whether it really happened.
On the bus, which I hope to catch both ways, I'm working on some backstory with Egalmoth prying into just why Ecthelion, the new boy, is so very boring. It's fun, except Ecthelion is being a prick and Egalmoth is starting to exceed the bounds of reasonability in dealing with him. They better find something in common quick. A factor hampering me is that I don't really know what Elves in Valinor did all day during the Time of the Trees, so they sort of don't have anything to talk about. Suggestions, anyone?
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-06 10:10 pm (UTC)But I have a way of not hearing alarms... So I'd still be nervous...
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Date: 2005-05-06 07:35 pm (UTC)Made cool shit, like Silmarils.
Or perhaps had mad, wild, debaucherous parties.
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Date: 2005-05-06 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-07 04:38 am (UTC)I mean seriously, what else is there to do in a place like that?