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torrilin replied to your post: blergh the sun hives are back almost got the yurt…
Passing you cool water and a bottle of benedryl if it’s safe for you to take.
Thanks! I don’t usually bother with Benadryl, I’ve never had it do much for me. But I’ve had like, a liter of water and am indoors where it’s cold. I was feeling a little light-headed, I think it’s mostly the heat and exertion– I’m in terrible shape, and hauling a bunch of cinder blocks was more than I’m used to doing. My sister had mercy and went and got various other people to help her do the heavy lifting of moving the yurt frame– it disassembles into quarters, but we just detached the two halves, figuring it would be easy enough to move, and it was, for two strong people, but I was not. I mostly just held up one end and steered.
Sister was thrilled because in moving the frame, we were able to set it up and economize on the beautiful, whole, nice cinder blocks it had been set on, and use a combo of broken blocks and rocks and bricks and things to achieve approximately the same effect. This wound up giving her six beautiful, intact cinder blocks, which she can now use to add, she figures, about fifteen feet worth of additional space for her cold frame. They changed the entire greenhouse this year, and instead of having grody old pallets on the ground with mice nesting in them and poison ivy trying to climb in, they’ve made a truly elegant setup of half-circle pipe arches that come down off the southern face of the greenhouse, and wooden pallets balanced on cinder blocks for the surface– so it’s like, mid-thigh height instead of almost on the ground, and the row cover that protects the plants at night is easy to roll up uniformly, and it’s a great transitional space for the plants to get hardened-off for outdoor transplanting, and much more ergonomic. But she’d scrounged every single spare cinder block from all around the farm, and was astonished to realize just how many of them I had holding up my yurt this whole time. I’m glad she didn’t know they were there; I’m a little worried she’d have stolen them earlier. But now is quite timely, as they’re really at a crunch for greenhouse and cold-frame space, and yesterday she was randomly planting out things she’d already potted up and didn’t have room for the leftovers of. We were inspired to move the yurt because she was planting a fragrant, but weedy, herb called Sweet Annie all around in that clearing, just to get rid of it, and I noticed how much space there was back in the woods.
I still have more to do, but I’m waiting for the sun to go mostly down. I don’t figure I can endure it before about maybe 4:30; by then, the space will also be totally in the shade.
I’m trying to alter a very tiny hoodie that has the Rainbow Dash character’s ears, mane, and wings; the hood is too small for a normal child’s head, so I’m going to try to add a panel at the bottom to give the hood a little more room. To get the fabric, Sister gave me a red t-shirt of hers to cut the neck out of (the hoodie has red cuffs so it would match). The shirt, I’m very jealous of: it says, on the front, “Don’t Iron While The Strike Is Hot!” and one sleeve attributes the quote to Kate Mullany, of the Collar Laundry Union, Troy NY 1864.
So, I’ll embroider the neck of that, and I look forward to that being easy, but I’m a little concerned about just how to do this hoodie alteration; the hood is lined and the lining has shrunk so it’s baggy, and I just don’t know if the hood will lie right no matter what I do. It’s clearly a hand-me-down from Georgia niece, who is a Rainbow Dash fanatic.
torrilin replied to your post: blergh the sun hives are back almost got the yurt…
Passing you cool water and a bottle of benedryl if it’s safe for you to take.
Thanks! I don’t usually bother with Benadryl, I’ve never had it do much for me. But I’ve had like, a liter of water and am indoors where it’s cold. I was feeling a little light-headed, I think it’s mostly the heat and exertion– I’m in terrible shape, and hauling a bunch of cinder blocks was more than I’m used to doing. My sister had mercy and went and got various other people to help her do the heavy lifting of moving the yurt frame– it disassembles into quarters, but we just detached the two halves, figuring it would be easy enough to move, and it was, for two strong people, but I was not. I mostly just held up one end and steered.
Sister was thrilled because in moving the frame, we were able to set it up and economize on the beautiful, whole, nice cinder blocks it had been set on, and use a combo of broken blocks and rocks and bricks and things to achieve approximately the same effect. This wound up giving her six beautiful, intact cinder blocks, which she can now use to add, she figures, about fifteen feet worth of additional space for her cold frame. They changed the entire greenhouse this year, and instead of having grody old pallets on the ground with mice nesting in them and poison ivy trying to climb in, they’ve made a truly elegant setup of half-circle pipe arches that come down off the southern face of the greenhouse, and wooden pallets balanced on cinder blocks for the surface– so it’s like, mid-thigh height instead of almost on the ground, and the row cover that protects the plants at night is easy to roll up uniformly, and it’s a great transitional space for the plants to get hardened-off for outdoor transplanting, and much more ergonomic. But she’d scrounged every single spare cinder block from all around the farm, and was astonished to realize just how many of them I had holding up my yurt this whole time. I’m glad she didn’t know they were there; I’m a little worried she’d have stolen them earlier. But now is quite timely, as they’re really at a crunch for greenhouse and cold-frame space, and yesterday she was randomly planting out things she’d already potted up and didn’t have room for the leftovers of. We were inspired to move the yurt because she was planting a fragrant, but weedy, herb called Sweet Annie all around in that clearing, just to get rid of it, and I noticed how much space there was back in the woods.
I still have more to do, but I’m waiting for the sun to go mostly down. I don’t figure I can endure it before about maybe 4:30; by then, the space will also be totally in the shade.
I’m trying to alter a very tiny hoodie that has the Rainbow Dash character’s ears, mane, and wings; the hood is too small for a normal child’s head, so I’m going to try to add a panel at the bottom to give the hood a little more room. To get the fabric, Sister gave me a red t-shirt of hers to cut the neck out of (the hoodie has red cuffs so it would match). The shirt, I’m very jealous of: it says, on the front, “Don’t Iron While The Strike Is Hot!” and one sleeve attributes the quote to Kate Mullany, of the Collar Laundry Union, Troy NY 1864.
So, I’ll embroider the neck of that, and I look forward to that being easy, but I’m a little concerned about just how to do this hoodie alteration; the hood is lined and the lining has shrunk so it’s baggy, and I just don’t know if the hood will lie right no matter what I do. It’s clearly a hand-me-down from Georgia niece, who is a Rainbow Dash fanatic.
