But it's too hot to do laundry!

However, laundry has been done. Towels and sheets and two weeks of clothes I've been putting off, and now they're sitting on my bed, cooling off, because I can't stand to handle them anymore.

Similarly, I'm shirking garden work. I heard a total of two minutes of sprinkle this morning, but it's looking like I'll need to do a bit of watering before bedtime. Much closer to bedtime, however. My tomatoes continue to take over the patch - there are some onions and a few carrots, but the lettuce has finally all bolted, so it's down to the battle of the giant tomato plants. I've been nipping off the odd cherry tomato so far - sweet tomatoey goodness! but the majority of the fruit remains green. Hurry up, you lot! I want to eat you!

I have blackberries! The bushes along the Burke-Gilman were still all (or almost all - the few tantalizing berries at the ends of the spray were ripe, but that's it) gree, but I was wrestling the tomatoes last night, and thought I'd check some of the park bushes out in the wilds. Holy Hannah! Picked a couple pints in a few minutes, so I'm definitely going back soon for a jam run. I made berry muffins this morning, and it still lacks the perfection of the ideal muffins I would make in Georgia. I'm down to trying to recreate the recipe from trial and error. Today's weren't too bad, but they were a little dense - I want my muffins to be fluffy and light. I should maybe test my baking powder - see if that's it.

I'm fighting down the urge to go shopping. One of the nurses was tempting me with the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale on Friday - I was already downtown, and I was just about done with the Inventory Beast, and hey! Sale! I knocked off an hour early instead and went home. But now, the Sale, it tempts me. Also, the air conditioning. However, I think the bus ride downtown in the heat, and ick: people, is off-putting enough that I'll pass for now.

I'm feeling sort of project-y. Hmm.

EWWewewewewew

I went out to water, and there was this thing in my patch that looked remarkably like a dog turd, and I was all prepared to get incensed towards the dog walkers not scooping, and then it poked out its little eyestalks and it was this HUGE fucking brown slug!

And then it stretched out and started moving, and no longer looked like a dog turd, which I could have handled, but instead the single most disgusting creature to inhabit this earth. (And I include cockroaches and slime molds. Cockroaches are going to pwn this place when we kill each other and everything else, and slime molds... well, they don't move.)

I couldn't even step on it. I had to get a big rock, and squish it with that and jump up and down on the rock because stepping on it would disturb me that much.

I can tell my slug issues aren't getting better.

*shudder*

Just. EW!

*makes plans to grind up eggshells and sprinkle them around her plot*
Irritates slugs *and* staves off blossom end rot!