I'd like more weekend, please?
Mar. 30th, 2003 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishadayIt should be noted (again) that Pharoah is like unto a giant brain-squid, slowly sucking away my will to live.
Fortunately, sunlight is anathema to it. So Saturday, at least, was productive.
I couldn't get the Flexcar truck for the weekend, so I reserved it for Friday night, and sauntered (can one saunter in a Ford Ranger?) off to Queen Anne to abscond with the timbers Meg wasn't going to use. I moved them around a bit today to see how I want to bed to be oriented, and I'll put it together when I figure out what to do with the strawberry plants under it, and find some cheap dirt. Lori volunteered her car for a Home Depot run, to save me the trouble of extending my reservation on the truck. Somewhat to her dismay, I managed to wander around for a good hour and a half before finally knuckling down and getting my purchases. I did treat her to a Frosty at Wendy's afterwards. And made her car smell like plywood.
I'm making a worm-bin. I looked into vermicomposting a couple of times before, but I've never been inspired beyond the 'oh, isn't this nice' stage until now. It's supposed to take kitchen and garden scraps, (except for meat) and shredded paper, and after a few months: worm poop! Er. Compost. Same diff. I've got the frame mostly together, but I need to drill holes in the bottom before I finish it. I'll ask John tomorrow if I can borrow his cordless drill next weekend or the week after.
Our backdoor neighbor (we share a fence, but that's it) was out in the sun yesterday, and we introduced ourselves (though I'll have to hear her name a few more times before I remember it. I know she teaches photography, but her name? Eesh.) We've entered into a mutual defense treaty against the ivy in the back corner, with an option to pre-emptively attack the two holly stumps that are sending up shoots on both sides of the fence. Weeds. Ick. She admired Calvin and Callie, who wandered through the fence to explore her garden.
Beautiful day. I started off in a sweatshirt and jeans, and quickly had to strip down to a tshirt. I was starting to contemplate shorts as the time to leave for Kasha's luau approached.
The Nahanu luau was fun. Ali and I drove down in one of the Flexcar hybrids, and I'm rather enamoured of them. I can gofast in them very easily, and they handle well. I was muchly impressed by all the dancers at the luau - there were a couple of older women up there whose sheer smiling grace was just beautiful. I believe they were part of the group that dances competetively. There were several age groups, including little tiny girls of just 5. Simply adorable, and several were very talented. A few of the older girls who were in the last number, a fast Tahitian number, really wowed me. I've learned enough from my belly dance classes to know how difficult that sort of sustained, moving shimmy is, and there were a few moments when my eyes were glued to their feet, trying to figure out how they could do that! I also took lots of pictures of Kasha, and even though she was performing two dances that were much slower, most of them turned out blurry. Poop. Ah well. The food was good, and I gorged myself on nicely ripe pineapple.
Today was rather bleah. Not sunny enough to really lure me outside, so I played Pharoah for most of the day, with one foray out into the back yard. I'm pretty much ignoring the front for now - the back gets more sun and needs more work. I've decided that I really don't have a lawn back there. I have dandelions, giant craters where I've ripped out the dandelions, and sparse patches of grass in between, with random bulbs (mostly tulips and daffodils) marching down the center. It's a garden in severe need of psychological counseling. Lori and Ali have both suggested Round-up or some other sort of weed killer, rather than spending my time ferreting out dandelions, but I'm leery of the idea. Chemicals near my veggie bed and my cats make me itchy, and when it comes down to it, I'm enjoying myself. I'm still overwhelmed by the potential of my two postage-stamps worth of yard, and a couple of hours of weeding gives me time to examine my options in a zen-I'm-gonna-get-you-bitch-weed sort of way. And when I get tired of grubbing in the dirt, I stop.
That's twice in the last two days that I've looked at the personals on craigslist. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. At least with craigslist, there's a higher chance of finding someone cool than *shudder* Yahoo personals. Those were a pair of duds.
Fortunately, sunlight is anathema to it. So Saturday, at least, was productive.
I couldn't get the Flexcar truck for the weekend, so I reserved it for Friday night, and sauntered (can one saunter in a Ford Ranger?) off to Queen Anne to abscond with the timbers Meg wasn't going to use. I moved them around a bit today to see how I want to bed to be oriented, and I'll put it together when I figure out what to do with the strawberry plants under it, and find some cheap dirt. Lori volunteered her car for a Home Depot run, to save me the trouble of extending my reservation on the truck. Somewhat to her dismay, I managed to wander around for a good hour and a half before finally knuckling down and getting my purchases. I did treat her to a Frosty at Wendy's afterwards. And made her car smell like plywood.
I'm making a worm-bin. I looked into vermicomposting a couple of times before, but I've never been inspired beyond the 'oh, isn't this nice' stage until now. It's supposed to take kitchen and garden scraps, (except for meat) and shredded paper, and after a few months: worm poop! Er. Compost. Same diff. I've got the frame mostly together, but I need to drill holes in the bottom before I finish it. I'll ask John tomorrow if I can borrow his cordless drill next weekend or the week after.
Our backdoor neighbor (we share a fence, but that's it) was out in the sun yesterday, and we introduced ourselves (though I'll have to hear her name a few more times before I remember it. I know she teaches photography, but her name? Eesh.) We've entered into a mutual defense treaty against the ivy in the back corner, with an option to pre-emptively attack the two holly stumps that are sending up shoots on both sides of the fence. Weeds. Ick. She admired Calvin and Callie, who wandered through the fence to explore her garden.
Beautiful day. I started off in a sweatshirt and jeans, and quickly had to strip down to a tshirt. I was starting to contemplate shorts as the time to leave for Kasha's luau approached.
The Nahanu luau was fun. Ali and I drove down in one of the Flexcar hybrids, and I'm rather enamoured of them. I can gofast in them very easily, and they handle well. I was muchly impressed by all the dancers at the luau - there were a couple of older women up there whose sheer smiling grace was just beautiful. I believe they were part of the group that dances competetively. There were several age groups, including little tiny girls of just 5. Simply adorable, and several were very talented. A few of the older girls who were in the last number, a fast Tahitian number, really wowed me. I've learned enough from my belly dance classes to know how difficult that sort of sustained, moving shimmy is, and there were a few moments when my eyes were glued to their feet, trying to figure out how they could do that! I also took lots of pictures of Kasha, and even though she was performing two dances that were much slower, most of them turned out blurry. Poop. Ah well. The food was good, and I gorged myself on nicely ripe pineapple.
Today was rather bleah. Not sunny enough to really lure me outside, so I played Pharoah for most of the day, with one foray out into the back yard. I'm pretty much ignoring the front for now - the back gets more sun and needs more work. I've decided that I really don't have a lawn back there. I have dandelions, giant craters where I've ripped out the dandelions, and sparse patches of grass in between, with random bulbs (mostly tulips and daffodils) marching down the center. It's a garden in severe need of psychological counseling. Lori and Ali have both suggested Round-up or some other sort of weed killer, rather than spending my time ferreting out dandelions, but I'm leery of the idea. Chemicals near my veggie bed and my cats make me itchy, and when it comes down to it, I'm enjoying myself. I'm still overwhelmed by the potential of my two postage-stamps worth of yard, and a couple of hours of weeding gives me time to examine my options in a zen-I'm-gonna-get-you-bitch-weed sort of way. And when I get tired of grubbing in the dirt, I stop.
That's twice in the last two days that I've looked at the personals on craigslist. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not. At least with craigslist, there's a higher chance of finding someone cool than *shudder* Yahoo personals. Those were a pair of duds.
