Song of the day: “Vision of you” by Belinda Carlisle. Always reminds me of the nineties, back in the day when we were traveling the roads of Europe in the old Mercedes camper, music blasting on the speakers. Ah, good stuff.
Let’s start off with my most recent frustration, eh: Yesterday’s edit, aaaargh.
It was so hard for some peculiar reason. We did about three pages and then took about three hours for every single one of them, because each contained a single sentence that we simply couldn’t agree on. In particular this one:
---leaving no proof of his existence, nor of his passing.---
Personally I think it is rather good, expressing exactly what it is I want to say, but then big brother disagrees and tells me that it doesn’t bring across what I want it to.
Drat! I find that so very frustrating, and suffice it to say that after four hours I was considerably punchy and ready to punch something…hard.
But enough of my frustration; it is in the past, there’s nothing to change it and the new day has arrived.
There was yard work, of course. Butterflies are propagating somewhat fierce, meaning that we’re constantly checking the cauliflowers for caterpillars (have reached a total of one hundred by now, so there’re plenty)…the cabbages too, for that matter.
Reed canes got scraped clean, stripped and then bound in thick, long bundles that we stored against the courtyard wall for when we need to start making supports for the tomatoes and such. Got quite a stack from our homegrown reeds, I’ll admit.
The table in the (future) greenhouse is big enough to hold all our pots and treys, which means that we can start working with the water basin and the greenhouse structure itself. Heck, this very minute we discussed the possibility to start with the structure today…in fact, while I am writing this blog, grandpa and big brother are discussing everything from politics to culture, and are noisy about it. Hah.
I played hair dresser the other day, by the way. Trimmed our tenant's hair, at her insistence, because long hair is just too much of a bother (go figure). Also that of her caretaker, and of course, grandpa's, who was starting to show eerie resemblances to Albert Einstein. *sigh*
Oh, almost forgot, winter carrots are coming up, and our last tree, the apple, finally shot into leaves the other day. Now the only thing left to wonder about is weather or not one of the three mangoes manages to survive, and then we’ll know if ALL the trees have made it. Yay.
There was laundry, of course (when is there ever none?) dogs needed to be taken care of, naturally; Ambah is still going strong, even though his feces are a little runny. But he’s eating, drinking and sleeping, so all is well enough. Niobe is on the mend too, though a little slow on the uptake after being on heavy antibiotics. Strange how Ambah is at the same stage of recovery without any medication. Apparently, the immune system can handle it just fine.
Only two rock hauling trips, seeing as yesterday we were in that dreaded edit so deeply that we forgot to stop in time to get a batch, but no matter, time enough for that sort of thing yet.
The weather is being wishy washy again, very annoying, one minute the sun will be shining, and the next thick dark clouds will rumble in, threatening rain, but never delivering. Drat. It would be rather nice if mother nature took care of it for a day. It would sure safe us the expense on water.
Well time to get busy on the day for me. Let’s see if I can get any shots of the before for the future greenhouse, so I can do a blog soon, consistent of pictures for a change.
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