Song of the day: “Halo” by Beyonce, and “Crazy” by…hmmm, gotta check that. Oh yeah, Patsy Cline. I don’t know why, but for some reason that one is popping up every now and then during the course of today.
Let’s get this over and done with, I’ve been way too distracted these past few weeks, and need to catch up on the edits because I’m behind on schedule. Though the reading is going fine, making the alterations on the computer is quickly backing up.
I can, once again, not keep my days straight, so you’re just going to have to use your imagination and figure out where which activity happened.
I do know that the majority of today was spent in the old horse paddock sorting through our glass supplies. What with the greenhouse done, and lots of glass having suffered through the winter there were shards all over the place, and not a single clue as to what we still have. Considering that I do want to (at some point anyway) make my bedroom southwest wall completely of glass, I need to know about the amounts we have available. We just might have enough, but we’ll have to wait and see ‘bout that.
Luckily I ended up with only three or four cuts in my fingers (I remembered to wear gloves for a change) but since my hands were already cut up from working with the brambles and bougainvillea, they aren’t as appreciative as I’d like. Hah.
Suffice it to say that the stacks are neat again, and the new brackets we put up are sturdy enough to hold the lot for a while yet. We’ll get the paddock neat yet…I hope.
Since Knight II once again decided to take his bandage off (I still don’t dare leaving it uncovered, especially not now that he no longer needs his cone) I had to rebind the stub. Poor darling just let me, and lay there with his head a mere inch away from where I was messing with his tail. Let me do it too without a single complaint. Good Knight.
This night I had a rather annoying dream about the past, definitely not something worth sharing here since it is merely one of frustration and muddled memories that I won’t bother sharing. It wasn’t interesting at all, so…whatever.
There was a long afternoon spent in the yard, which I found absolutely wonderful. The sun had come out, even though both this morning and yesterday morning were downright pitiful with clouds and mist. We planted potatoes, weeded around chard and fruit trees alike, allowing for black plastic to be put around (the trees that is) to keep future weeds away. Still several to go, but we’re getting there.
I put up some more little reed fences to protect the new patch, because let’s face it, the dogs won’t stay out of it unless something sturdy is stopping them.
While weeding, I found a wealth of veggies hiding in the lower garden. Onions, leek, chard (of course) and even some of the herbs are coming back up, which is absolutely grand.
What else. Well, besides the yard work, there was some stuff to be done in the greenhouse. We’ve got pumpkins and tomatoes that need to be hardened for the cool outside air in the next week or two. This means that we have to take them out in the morning, let them be outside during the day and then get them back inside around nightfall. They’ll have to “cowboy up” eh? Hah.
There were of course edits, and since they’ve been going the way I already said they did, I won’t elaborate further. *sigh*
Oh Gawd, almost forgot. We basically finished my laundry table/shelves today. Sure the dirty laundry baskets still need to be put together and hung underneath it, but the basic frame is in place and it looks grand. Yay. It holds the wicker baskets and plastic ones perfectly. Almost like I measured them…which I didn’t, darn it. That was a close call. Phew.
Did laundry both days, of course. There’s loads of it, for some reason. Seriously, for some reason we’re turning two to three batches a day now, rather than just one to two. *sigh*
Made herbal cream cheese, and while I was at it, put on a big pot of pumpkin soup too. Both worked out grand, and will be a food source for several days I recon. Hah.
Which reminds me, that there was also a run squeezed in somewhere. The way up the mountain went rather miserable, I admit, but once we were back on our way down, I manage to run farther than I ever did before. Had me quite thrilled, actually, and somewhat in a “Oh my Gawd that is the first time I ever did that. Ever. Ever.” And so on and on, while trying to catch my breath and keep from fainting with the fierce pinch in my side. Hah. Seriously, though. It went well. And there I thought (slogging up the mountain) that I’d made no improvement at all these past few months.
Which sums up my couple of days. Feel free to pop in yours in the comment section. Hah.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
What dreams may come :-)
Song of the day: “This is it” by Michael Jackson...and Ray Charles' “Hit the Road Jack”. I know, weird combination, but what the hey. There’s no thought nor rhyme to how my brain works sometimes…if it works at all. Hah.
Okay, I had a marvellous dream so we’re going to sidetrack a bit as I tell ya about it.
Here goes:
The moons: Like sentinels they shine from their spot just a hand’s breath from the horizon. Blue gray is their misty backdrop, a pearlish pink their own color as the leaves of trees trill excitedly behind me giving me a sense of something that is about to happen. Something grand. Something important.
A northern breeze tumbles though vine and branch, purplish hues only rarely interrupted by dark green and lavender blue. This place, this world is familiar to me, and yet there is an alien quality to it that always hits me when I visit.
Bright yellow, contrasting sharply against purple and green, catches myt eye.
Amidst sunny yellow petals, pointy to the edge of sharpness, deep orange tendrils curl elegantly in the twilight breeze.
I hear a whistle, deep and resonant, coming from the beautiful pallet of color on the edge of the jungle.
Drawn towards it like a piece of metal to a magnet, I carefully pick my way through black jagged rocks, knee high, olive green grass (their stems in bloom with a fluffy pink puffs) and big-leaved under brushes.
My feet are bare, and yet the uneven soil doesn’t hurt them. So are my legs, but the stems of bush and grass alike are gentle as I make my way through them. Lithely I bounce from the clearing’s rock edge, leaving behind the long-stretching valley that lay within the mists of filmy grays. I am headed for the jungle edge, making my way closer to the deep yellow flower and the melodious whistling.
The whistle, more like divine singing to my ears, harmonizes beautifully with the orchestra of leaf and branch swaying overhead.
I reach the yellow flower in a whirlwind of fluffs, darting in the wind until I am surrounded by a misty pink, and gaze upon it’s deep center where something infinitely darker, something distinctly furry, perches upon the tendril of the football-sized core.
It is tiny, no bigger than a fist, and reminiscent of a miniature monkey, or a lemur even. It sits on its hind legs, with tiny hands curled in front of it as if in prayer.
Huge eyes (bugging almost and slightly to the sides of its head) are closed and its face is tilted upward towards the light violet sky as it sings its heart out.
It is a sorrowful song, and yet hopeful and I watch the little creature in amazement. In fact I feel awed while I listen to it sing in eloquent high notes that appear to trill higher and higher.
Thick dark lashes fan delicately on soft and wrinkled, pinkish skin. Similarly dark is the creature’s fur, which leaves only its dainty face and slender digits exposed.
The Paranty (that’s what the species is called) looks like a stunning mix of pink and ebony and is softer than angora wool.
Though previously unaware of anyone nearby, the Paranty feels my breath brush across its fur and suddenly ceases its evening chant to open its eyes and look straight at me. Huge emerald colored eyes blink up at me, the vertical slits of its pupils of a bright orange, pulsing as it brings my face into focus.
His (I know it’s a male) black button nose scrunches up and then wiggles before it opens it’s tiny mouth and flits a split tongue in my direction. I am well aware that Paranties, though harmless (even cute) looking, have in fact an extremely poisonous tooth and nature that, should they decide that you’re the enemy you’re as good as dead. But I don’t feel fear as I raise my hand invitingly and click my tongue to get it to hop up on my crooked finger.
Coquettishly he blinks his lashes at me, and then extends a miniature hand to grab hold of my thumb. Using that as leverage, he lightly jumps up from its deep orange perch (taking powdery pollen along) and settles comfortably on my hand.
Once there, the Paranty begins a cheerful chatter (it reminds me of crickets and cicadas) as I start into the jungle, smiling all the while at my companion’s cheerfulness.
A thick carpet of moss squishes beneath my toes and all around white, pink and yellow flowers peak through the purple and green foliage.
Soft rustling, quiet whispers and a pale play of moonlight sparkling like tiny diamonds on the early evening dew create a distracting whole as I gradually make my way through the closely clustered trees.
A tan colored tunic (grayish in the moonlight) covers me from neck to knees, and a small dagger is strapped to my hip. Small braids on either side of my face dangle in view every now and then, but I am not surprised at them. I have been here many times before and as I make my way deeper and deeper into the jungle, small fireflies begin to dance lightly into the air.
The Paranty is delighted by the sight, reaches into the air like a young child trying to reach its toy, but they are too fast for him.
“It’s okay,” I soothe him, petting his round little skull affectionately when he pouts at the fast little bugs. “They’re not edible anyway.” That seems to cheer the Paranty considerably, and with a high whistle it darts up my arm to settle in the folds of my hair where he can enjoy the warmth. Paranties love warmth, you see, and they love nothing more than to nestle against you.
Up ahead I can hear the sound of water running over rocks, and I slow my pace as I peer up ahead. There, over the slosh-slosh of the small spring, I can hear soft voices talk and laugh, filling the night air with good cheer.
Just a few paces farther the woods break open, showing the silvery light of the moons in all its glory in this place where water sets to light soft yellow rock. I pause on the edge of the forest, blink up at the two moons overhead--they are almost blinding--and then turn my gaze to the spring.
Fey and delicate a small group child-like figures make the beautiful night world around me disappear. In wonder I watch the elves (I know that they are that) play and laugh within the beams of moonlight. Pink puffs and yellow pollen dust swirl around them as large plumes of reed sway gently in their midst. Infinitely pure in their every appearance, from their pointy little ears to the large almond eyes, gold and amber hair and the filmy wings that flutter on their backs, they are a sight to behold.
Their clothes are a gathering of thing materials that both cling and flow, showing straps of leather and flowery decorations upon their lithe little bodies.
A couple is chasing a young looking elf in light blue, her hair shimmering like pearls in the light of the moons as she jumps from rock to rock and they vaults up the waterfall with barely a pause. Her laughter trills through the air, even as the others come in her pursuit.
I don’t know what alerted them, but one moment they are fully intent on their play and the next they freeze in place. I don’t hear anything at first, but then in the distance I can hear the rumble of something large, something strong, something infinitely dangerous.
I am not sure how I know this, since I have no memory of whatever is making the racket, but even as the elves turn towards the west, I push through the bushes and stare up at the starlit sky. Within my hair, in the juncture of my neck and shoulder, the Paranty whimpers, pulls the strands tighter around him as within the distance a brightening dot of light draws my attention.
I stumble and stare, much like the elves are, as the light becomes bigger and closer, the rumble turning into a deafening roar as the foliage around us begins to stir in earnest while the wind picks up considerably.
Something is not right. I know that even though it looks like a falling star, it isn’t, and call to the elves, who are unable to hear me over the ever-increasing roar.
Then the approaching light shifts, and beyond it I can see a rocket tremble into a vertical position. Though I have never seen one before (at least not in this dream) the rocket’s engines scream at the pull of gravity, flicker and adjust in this somewhat messy ascend right here in the midst of the unblemished jungle.
Horrified I watch it come closer, and closer still, feel the heat of the blinding exhaust fire upon my face while the elves point and scream in horror when the first treetops begin to burn.
“We have to get out of here,” I call desperately, feeling the heat become unbearable on every piece of exposed skin.
Though I doubt that they can actually hear me, the elves too begin to back away. Trees and vines sweep back and forth with the onslaught of heat and wind, wood begins to snap as the white-hot burner clears the way down.
Fire snarls to life all around as my companions and I begin to run, head into the forest in hopes of evading the unbearable heat of that engine. It is right behind us, and until we reach the edge of the delta there is no relief from it.
We tumble down the steep incline and are instantly relieved at the sudden presence of coolness when we come to an unsteady halt at the bottom of the jungle delta. Over the tops of the trees, some of them still alight with bright red fire, we can see the blunt blackness of the rocket tower high into the night air.
It is massive, a good fifty yards high, I’m sure, and more than a little forbidding in this world of color and softness.
Breathing fast, I glance around at the big-eyed elves around me. There are seven of us, me included, and we all know that the ship from space is a threat to all we hold dear.
“We must go back,” one of the elves, a silver haired male with a sharp Mohawk on his head, hisses, his small hand reaching for the small, narrow sword he carries on his back. “We must do something.”
We all agree, knowing somehow that if we do not, we are all doomed. Even the Paranty on my shoulder snarls dangerously, it’s sharp teeth chattering as it gestures angrily in the direction of the ship.
And that was around the time I woke up, much to my regret. It wasn’t a startling wake up, like usual, but a gradual one that allowed me to continue dreaming for a bit…but in such a vague state that nothing of the continuing story registered. Darn it!
So frustrating, this dreaming stuff without real endings, but at least this wasn’t as abrupt as some.
Okay, on to the business at hand…or whatever the heck you want to call my sum ups. Hah.
We’re still working on the folding table by the washing machine, but since I had to take Sally to her doctor’s appointment and then head for the city to pick up the Daewoo (it got fixed this morning) so I wasn’t actually at home until later today.
There was some distinct gardening, we turned earth for a large patch of potatoes which should go in soon, one of these days. It was actually kind of nice digging the earth up, even if the weather wasn’t all that good and clouds kept sliding in front of the sun. Since we were busy anyway, I also pulled a big load of weeds and checked the fruit trees.
Also did some more cleaning in the garden pit, sorting through pots and treys and putting it all out of the way, rather than have them lying about in the dirt. Oh, which reminds me, the first tomatoes are forming in the greenhouse. Yay! Seriously, there are maybe two or three kinds, which is definitely a good thing. Nothing like veggies from your own yard, you know. Everything is much tastier (sweeter, I guess) when it’s been grown on fresh soil.
The edit didn’t go all that fast yesterday, but the progress was a good one, considering we found several errors that could have caused some serious trouble in the future.
I should get to reading on soon, because let’s face it, I took way too long writing this dream down. *sigh*
I did some cooking, a veggie lentil paste on macaroni which worked out remarkably well, if I do say so myself. Considering my deficits I am trying to find easy and nice ways to prepare palsies, because let’s face it: they’re easy and cheap.
The Knight's tail is doing splendid now. He's finally giving his tail a rest, and today I could even have him walk around without that stupid cone...on a bad note, Touri's got an actual lump again, which appears to pain him every now and then. *sigh* It makes me incredibly sad.
Okay, that’s it. Gotta go.
Okay, I had a marvellous dream so we’re going to sidetrack a bit as I tell ya about it.
Here goes:
The moons: Like sentinels they shine from their spot just a hand’s breath from the horizon. Blue gray is their misty backdrop, a pearlish pink their own color as the leaves of trees trill excitedly behind me giving me a sense of something that is about to happen. Something grand. Something important.
A northern breeze tumbles though vine and branch, purplish hues only rarely interrupted by dark green and lavender blue. This place, this world is familiar to me, and yet there is an alien quality to it that always hits me when I visit.
Bright yellow, contrasting sharply against purple and green, catches myt eye.
Amidst sunny yellow petals, pointy to the edge of sharpness, deep orange tendrils curl elegantly in the twilight breeze.
I hear a whistle, deep and resonant, coming from the beautiful pallet of color on the edge of the jungle.
Drawn towards it like a piece of metal to a magnet, I carefully pick my way through black jagged rocks, knee high, olive green grass (their stems in bloom with a fluffy pink puffs) and big-leaved under brushes.
My feet are bare, and yet the uneven soil doesn’t hurt them. So are my legs, but the stems of bush and grass alike are gentle as I make my way through them. Lithely I bounce from the clearing’s rock edge, leaving behind the long-stretching valley that lay within the mists of filmy grays. I am headed for the jungle edge, making my way closer to the deep yellow flower and the melodious whistling.
The whistle, more like divine singing to my ears, harmonizes beautifully with the orchestra of leaf and branch swaying overhead.
I reach the yellow flower in a whirlwind of fluffs, darting in the wind until I am surrounded by a misty pink, and gaze upon it’s deep center where something infinitely darker, something distinctly furry, perches upon the tendril of the football-sized core.
It is tiny, no bigger than a fist, and reminiscent of a miniature monkey, or a lemur even. It sits on its hind legs, with tiny hands curled in front of it as if in prayer.
Huge eyes (bugging almost and slightly to the sides of its head) are closed and its face is tilted upward towards the light violet sky as it sings its heart out.
It is a sorrowful song, and yet hopeful and I watch the little creature in amazement. In fact I feel awed while I listen to it sing in eloquent high notes that appear to trill higher and higher.
Thick dark lashes fan delicately on soft and wrinkled, pinkish skin. Similarly dark is the creature’s fur, which leaves only its dainty face and slender digits exposed.
The Paranty (that’s what the species is called) looks like a stunning mix of pink and ebony and is softer than angora wool.
Though previously unaware of anyone nearby, the Paranty feels my breath brush across its fur and suddenly ceases its evening chant to open its eyes and look straight at me. Huge emerald colored eyes blink up at me, the vertical slits of its pupils of a bright orange, pulsing as it brings my face into focus.
His (I know it’s a male) black button nose scrunches up and then wiggles before it opens it’s tiny mouth and flits a split tongue in my direction. I am well aware that Paranties, though harmless (even cute) looking, have in fact an extremely poisonous tooth and nature that, should they decide that you’re the enemy you’re as good as dead. But I don’t feel fear as I raise my hand invitingly and click my tongue to get it to hop up on my crooked finger.
Coquettishly he blinks his lashes at me, and then extends a miniature hand to grab hold of my thumb. Using that as leverage, he lightly jumps up from its deep orange perch (taking powdery pollen along) and settles comfortably on my hand.
Once there, the Paranty begins a cheerful chatter (it reminds me of crickets and cicadas) as I start into the jungle, smiling all the while at my companion’s cheerfulness.
A thick carpet of moss squishes beneath my toes and all around white, pink and yellow flowers peak through the purple and green foliage.
Soft rustling, quiet whispers and a pale play of moonlight sparkling like tiny diamonds on the early evening dew create a distracting whole as I gradually make my way through the closely clustered trees.
A tan colored tunic (grayish in the moonlight) covers me from neck to knees, and a small dagger is strapped to my hip. Small braids on either side of my face dangle in view every now and then, but I am not surprised at them. I have been here many times before and as I make my way deeper and deeper into the jungle, small fireflies begin to dance lightly into the air.
The Paranty is delighted by the sight, reaches into the air like a young child trying to reach its toy, but they are too fast for him.
“It’s okay,” I soothe him, petting his round little skull affectionately when he pouts at the fast little bugs. “They’re not edible anyway.” That seems to cheer the Paranty considerably, and with a high whistle it darts up my arm to settle in the folds of my hair where he can enjoy the warmth. Paranties love warmth, you see, and they love nothing more than to nestle against you.
Up ahead I can hear the sound of water running over rocks, and I slow my pace as I peer up ahead. There, over the slosh-slosh of the small spring, I can hear soft voices talk and laugh, filling the night air with good cheer.
Just a few paces farther the woods break open, showing the silvery light of the moons in all its glory in this place where water sets to light soft yellow rock. I pause on the edge of the forest, blink up at the two moons overhead--they are almost blinding--and then turn my gaze to the spring.
Fey and delicate a small group child-like figures make the beautiful night world around me disappear. In wonder I watch the elves (I know that they are that) play and laugh within the beams of moonlight. Pink puffs and yellow pollen dust swirl around them as large plumes of reed sway gently in their midst. Infinitely pure in their every appearance, from their pointy little ears to the large almond eyes, gold and amber hair and the filmy wings that flutter on their backs, they are a sight to behold.
Their clothes are a gathering of thing materials that both cling and flow, showing straps of leather and flowery decorations upon their lithe little bodies.
A couple is chasing a young looking elf in light blue, her hair shimmering like pearls in the light of the moons as she jumps from rock to rock and they vaults up the waterfall with barely a pause. Her laughter trills through the air, even as the others come in her pursuit.
I don’t know what alerted them, but one moment they are fully intent on their play and the next they freeze in place. I don’t hear anything at first, but then in the distance I can hear the rumble of something large, something strong, something infinitely dangerous.
I am not sure how I know this, since I have no memory of whatever is making the racket, but even as the elves turn towards the west, I push through the bushes and stare up at the starlit sky. Within my hair, in the juncture of my neck and shoulder, the Paranty whimpers, pulls the strands tighter around him as within the distance a brightening dot of light draws my attention.
I stumble and stare, much like the elves are, as the light becomes bigger and closer, the rumble turning into a deafening roar as the foliage around us begins to stir in earnest while the wind picks up considerably.
Something is not right. I know that even though it looks like a falling star, it isn’t, and call to the elves, who are unable to hear me over the ever-increasing roar.
Then the approaching light shifts, and beyond it I can see a rocket tremble into a vertical position. Though I have never seen one before (at least not in this dream) the rocket’s engines scream at the pull of gravity, flicker and adjust in this somewhat messy ascend right here in the midst of the unblemished jungle.
Horrified I watch it come closer, and closer still, feel the heat of the blinding exhaust fire upon my face while the elves point and scream in horror when the first treetops begin to burn.
“We have to get out of here,” I call desperately, feeling the heat become unbearable on every piece of exposed skin.
Though I doubt that they can actually hear me, the elves too begin to back away. Trees and vines sweep back and forth with the onslaught of heat and wind, wood begins to snap as the white-hot burner clears the way down.
Fire snarls to life all around as my companions and I begin to run, head into the forest in hopes of evading the unbearable heat of that engine. It is right behind us, and until we reach the edge of the delta there is no relief from it.
We tumble down the steep incline and are instantly relieved at the sudden presence of coolness when we come to an unsteady halt at the bottom of the jungle delta. Over the tops of the trees, some of them still alight with bright red fire, we can see the blunt blackness of the rocket tower high into the night air.
It is massive, a good fifty yards high, I’m sure, and more than a little forbidding in this world of color and softness.
Breathing fast, I glance around at the big-eyed elves around me. There are seven of us, me included, and we all know that the ship from space is a threat to all we hold dear.
“We must go back,” one of the elves, a silver haired male with a sharp Mohawk on his head, hisses, his small hand reaching for the small, narrow sword he carries on his back. “We must do something.”
We all agree, knowing somehow that if we do not, we are all doomed. Even the Paranty on my shoulder snarls dangerously, it’s sharp teeth chattering as it gestures angrily in the direction of the ship.
And that was around the time I woke up, much to my regret. It wasn’t a startling wake up, like usual, but a gradual one that allowed me to continue dreaming for a bit…but in such a vague state that nothing of the continuing story registered. Darn it!
So frustrating, this dreaming stuff without real endings, but at least this wasn’t as abrupt as some.
Okay, on to the business at hand…or whatever the heck you want to call my sum ups. Hah.
We’re still working on the folding table by the washing machine, but since I had to take Sally to her doctor’s appointment and then head for the city to pick up the Daewoo (it got fixed this morning) so I wasn’t actually at home until later today.
There was some distinct gardening, we turned earth for a large patch of potatoes which should go in soon, one of these days. It was actually kind of nice digging the earth up, even if the weather wasn’t all that good and clouds kept sliding in front of the sun. Since we were busy anyway, I also pulled a big load of weeds and checked the fruit trees.
Also did some more cleaning in the garden pit, sorting through pots and treys and putting it all out of the way, rather than have them lying about in the dirt. Oh, which reminds me, the first tomatoes are forming in the greenhouse. Yay! Seriously, there are maybe two or three kinds, which is definitely a good thing. Nothing like veggies from your own yard, you know. Everything is much tastier (sweeter, I guess) when it’s been grown on fresh soil.
The edit didn’t go all that fast yesterday, but the progress was a good one, considering we found several errors that could have caused some serious trouble in the future.
I should get to reading on soon, because let’s face it, I took way too long writing this dream down. *sigh*
I did some cooking, a veggie lentil paste on macaroni which worked out remarkably well, if I do say so myself. Considering my deficits I am trying to find easy and nice ways to prepare palsies, because let’s face it: they’re easy and cheap.
The Knight's tail is doing splendid now. He's finally giving his tail a rest, and today I could even have him walk around without that stupid cone...on a bad note, Touri's got an actual lump again, which appears to pain him every now and then. *sigh* It makes me incredibly sad.
Okay, that’s it. Gotta go.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Knight...aaargh!
Song of the day: “Opposites Attract” by Paula Abdul. Gosh, it has been ages, but who can blame my after looking her up on Youtube yesterday. There were others too, but this is the one that stuck.
First off, The Knight is driving me absolutely bonkers. Seriously, I love him like…well, I love him, but seriously, after almost a week of bruising because of that friggin’ cone he wields like a lethal weapon (had to fortify the stupid thing with steel and bolts, ya know), him yanking off his bandage at least once, but sometime twice, or thrice a day, and NEEDING to lie on top of me the moment I try to get some sleep, is wearing me down. The idiot, why I just oughta throttle him…which would be totally unfair of me, the poor baby with his mutilated tail. But I’ve gotta rant for a bit. Yesterday, I decided to leave his tail open for a bit, allowing the wound to dry a bit, but then, the moment I didn’t pay attention to him, he licked the mess open, removed two more stitches and was bleeding. I berated him thoroughly, and he looked properly castigated afterwards. In fact he hasn’t touched it since, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
The big lug scared the bejeezus outta me, though. I could see myself heading back to the vet again. Luckily it stopped again, and later tonight I’m going to open everything up to put clean bandages on. We’ll see how it looks then.
I did take him out on a rock-hauling trip tonight, so he should be a little quieter tonight…I hope.
Okay, on to more interesting ventures. What’s been going on these past couple of days. Yes I know, you’ll be chomping at the bit over there at your screen, I know I am. *sigh*
Seriously though. The days involved mostly little chores all over the place. Which wasn’t necessarily bad, considering the weather turned for the worse again.
The arbor arches are done now, and yes the pictures are on my phone, meaning I will post them as soon as I need to cheat again and can post at least ten pictures of something interesting. It’s looking good and I have already led the brambles and raspberry vines into it.
Big brother finished building the seedbed in front of the greenhouse and we put the cover glass on top of it just yesterday. Nice and big and the pepper plants that we’re going to put in them are going to have a nice lead on the others once the temperatures go up again. Which reminds me, gotta take a picture there too. Hah.
Edit wise yesterday went rather splendid. We totally caught up on our slacking of the past few days, and we are back on schedule. We’re just about to start chapter twelve…just after I finish writing today’s blog in fact.
The laundry corner is basically done, and if all goes as planned we should be able to hang the folding table over it come tomorrow. It came out beautiful. Dark brown/red varnish that really sparkles, and it will contrast marvellously against the blue and white tiles. Then I only need to make the wooden baskets to hold the dirty laundry beneath it, and it will be all done…except for the floor, but that can wait.
This morning was spent making lunch of lentils, cauliflower, sweet corn, green peppers, garlic, onion and a bit of cream cheese to soften the fresh tomatoes in it. Though I am not the biggest fan of lentils they did go down rather nicely on the flatbread I made with it.
One of mom’s sewing machines had to be fixed, and after we took it apart we managed to correct the problem well enough.
Also there was the stuck handle of the Land Rover, for which we had to take the door apart, but that problem was also solved, making it fully functional once again.
The closure of the metal storage was broken as well, so big brother replaced the lock before we started working on the folding table in the late afternoon.
I was ridiculously tired this afternoon, which is definitely to be blamed on the fact that these days I’m lucky if I can get five hours of sleep a night. I finally gave up this afternoon and took my dogs to my cabin for a short nap…bad idea, considering it was chilly, and the dogs kept hogging my blankets, leaving me seriously cold by the time I got up and got back to work. I didn’t manage to get warm again until later in the day after I took a hot shower.
Which brings me to the end of my recount. I got a wee bit distracted chatting online, so I am way behind right now. If only the days were a couple of hours longer, eh? There’d be time for everything then. *sigh*
Gotta go.
First off, The Knight is driving me absolutely bonkers. Seriously, I love him like…well, I love him, but seriously, after almost a week of bruising because of that friggin’ cone he wields like a lethal weapon (had to fortify the stupid thing with steel and bolts, ya know), him yanking off his bandage at least once, but sometime twice, or thrice a day, and NEEDING to lie on top of me the moment I try to get some sleep, is wearing me down. The idiot, why I just oughta throttle him…which would be totally unfair of me, the poor baby with his mutilated tail. But I’ve gotta rant for a bit. Yesterday, I decided to leave his tail open for a bit, allowing the wound to dry a bit, but then, the moment I didn’t pay attention to him, he licked the mess open, removed two more stitches and was bleeding. I berated him thoroughly, and he looked properly castigated afterwards. In fact he hasn’t touched it since, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
The big lug scared the bejeezus outta me, though. I could see myself heading back to the vet again. Luckily it stopped again, and later tonight I’m going to open everything up to put clean bandages on. We’ll see how it looks then.
I did take him out on a rock-hauling trip tonight, so he should be a little quieter tonight…I hope.
Okay, on to more interesting ventures. What’s been going on these past couple of days. Yes I know, you’ll be chomping at the bit over there at your screen, I know I am. *sigh*
Seriously though. The days involved mostly little chores all over the place. Which wasn’t necessarily bad, considering the weather turned for the worse again.
The arbor arches are done now, and yes the pictures are on my phone, meaning I will post them as soon as I need to cheat again and can post at least ten pictures of something interesting. It’s looking good and I have already led the brambles and raspberry vines into it.
Big brother finished building the seedbed in front of the greenhouse and we put the cover glass on top of it just yesterday. Nice and big and the pepper plants that we’re going to put in them are going to have a nice lead on the others once the temperatures go up again. Which reminds me, gotta take a picture there too. Hah.
Edit wise yesterday went rather splendid. We totally caught up on our slacking of the past few days, and we are back on schedule. We’re just about to start chapter twelve…just after I finish writing today’s blog in fact.
The laundry corner is basically done, and if all goes as planned we should be able to hang the folding table over it come tomorrow. It came out beautiful. Dark brown/red varnish that really sparkles, and it will contrast marvellously against the blue and white tiles. Then I only need to make the wooden baskets to hold the dirty laundry beneath it, and it will be all done…except for the floor, but that can wait.
This morning was spent making lunch of lentils, cauliflower, sweet corn, green peppers, garlic, onion and a bit of cream cheese to soften the fresh tomatoes in it. Though I am not the biggest fan of lentils they did go down rather nicely on the flatbread I made with it.
One of mom’s sewing machines had to be fixed, and after we took it apart we managed to correct the problem well enough.
Also there was the stuck handle of the Land Rover, for which we had to take the door apart, but that problem was also solved, making it fully functional once again.
The closure of the metal storage was broken as well, so big brother replaced the lock before we started working on the folding table in the late afternoon.
I was ridiculously tired this afternoon, which is definitely to be blamed on the fact that these days I’m lucky if I can get five hours of sleep a night. I finally gave up this afternoon and took my dogs to my cabin for a short nap…bad idea, considering it was chilly, and the dogs kept hogging my blankets, leaving me seriously cold by the time I got up and got back to work. I didn’t manage to get warm again until later in the day after I took a hot shower.
Which brings me to the end of my recount. I got a wee bit distracted chatting online, so I am way behind right now. If only the days were a couple of hours longer, eh? There’d be time for everything then. *sigh*
Gotta go.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Digging it. :-D
Song of the day: “Foundations” by Kate Nash. There was another one, but I can’t remember which one it was…a good thing, because I remember going bonkers yesterday with it tumbling through my head all day.
Things have been going steadily these past few days, chores and projects alike taking up my time, and making the days past rather fast.
The weather has been downright splendid, by the way. Full sunshine (though today there were misty clouds overhead all of a sudden), not a real cloud in the sky and temperatures that shot up to eighty at the very least. I was thrilled, I assure you. What am I saying? I AM thrilled.
I mean it. It was absolutely wonderful working outside, and except for the morning, which were spent with tiling and grout work, I got my sunshine vitamins. Hah.
But let’s get to the proper sequence…or at least insofar as I can remember them correctly. The old noggin’ sure is giving up on me every now and then.
I remember having a dream where someone was giving my a big bag of money. I was just about to take it too, when the friggin’ alarm went off. Very frustrating that, but since I don’t remember anything else remotely interesting about the dream, I won’t be doing a full recount of it. More’s the pity, really. I bet it was an interesting one. I’ve been wondering all day where I was getting the money for.
Okay, what else. Beside the tiling/grout work I finished putting together the arbor, which now looks absolutely gorgeous, thank you very much. I will post pics soon. Really, it worked out better than I’d anticipated. Considering it is as of recently tenant’s favorite spot to sit, it also does also look quite inviting. I don’t know why but every time I look at it I’m seeing 16th century clothes and some damsel gliding through it. Hah.
We’re back to watering plants, and considering we now have the basin to do the bigger parts, we should be able to keep the water bill a little bit lower this year. That is the plan anyway. Finding out if it works is a whole new ball game.
There was laundry (I know, boring, but it does happen for some reason)…I gave up postponing and just the put the washing machine on the floor, rather than let the pile grow. Of course it didn’t even put a dent in the pile, but at least four batches got washed and hung. I should be able to put the machine on its pedestal tomorrow, which is when I will post a picture to show of the new tiling. It is absolutely beautiful! Still a bathhouse image, though. *sigh*
Tenant decided to go only as far as my cabin terrace today, but she enjoyed the wonderful weather just as much as we did.
Mom and the sibs spent the past couple of days on markets. Both days went well, so it was worth the effort, I would say…even though they are of course dreadfully tired.
But anyway: After mixing cement for big brother, who is working on building another seedbed in the garden pit, our friend Dani arrived, and she and I started digging under the house. What with the weather improving like this, it is time to get the foundation for the new support wall dug out, and since she insists on helping out with this particular arduous task, it went rather fast for a first day. Most of the time was spent with me babbling about the W.I. Investigations, and the ideas that have been chasing through my brain of late. It doesn’t help either that there was a good review for “The Martyr” either, because now the stories are once again chomping at the bit to get out. *sigh* But where was I? Oh yeah, digging: First we had to chop our way through the root system, then, through about a foot of dirt, followed by another half foot of rocks. Oh my gawd. It’s been way too long since I did some serious digging. My back is whining, my hands are blistered and muscles are complaining…but it feels grand. Grand, I tell ya! (Gotta convince myself yet, you understand, hah) Seriously, though. It was a good day in regard to physical activities. We were in the shade of the reed, the sun was hot, the air cool, and already my tan is coming back, so what the heck, I’m calling it a Good day no matter what.
I think we got about half of the foundation dug out, meaning that in the next few days we’re going to have to do some trips to get some serious rocks. I prefer to have big ones for the foundation, so we’re going to need at least fifteen of 150 pounds a pop, I’m guessing. It is going to be interesting to see how we’re going to get them in, though. Hah
The digging was going well, but then my stomach started to scream murder, and came crawling up to see if my throat had been cut. *sigh* So lunch was the result, after which (while digesting) I got so friggin’ tired that I ended up reading some edit pages, and then taking a catnap in the full sunshine. I was gone for fifteen minutes at the very least, but felt distinctly better by the time I got up from the chair.
The remainder of outside work was transplanting tomato seedlings into pots, and heading down to check if the spinach and beets needed water (yes!) and to see how the newly planted cauliflowers were doing (excellent). That done we went up to eat some custard that grandpa had made and then the day outside was over, much to my regret. I can’t wait for summer where we’ll be able to be outside all day again.
Edits are still going on steadily, and thought we had a few bad days where time was just too much of a hassle and getting our quota of a chapter a day impossible, but we’re back on track, I think…that is, if I don’t dawdle too much here today. Drat!
Knight II is getting impatient with his collar (he wrecked it again, and we had to repair it with metal. Idiot!) and the bandage. In fact he ripped it off twice today and lost one of his stitches in the process. Really, I could throttle him for making this harder than it should be. Aaargh. But anyway, luckily he is still letting me put on new bandages, even though I had to have a rather serious conversation with him about his behavior. Really, it shows bad manners, yanking at stitches like that. *sigh*
Well, this ought to do it, because except for the rather depressing bit of news that Touri’s condition seems to be worsening again, I don’t remember what else to say today.
I’m outta here.
Things have been going steadily these past few days, chores and projects alike taking up my time, and making the days past rather fast.
The weather has been downright splendid, by the way. Full sunshine (though today there were misty clouds overhead all of a sudden), not a real cloud in the sky and temperatures that shot up to eighty at the very least. I was thrilled, I assure you. What am I saying? I AM thrilled.
I mean it. It was absolutely wonderful working outside, and except for the morning, which were spent with tiling and grout work, I got my sunshine vitamins. Hah.
But let’s get to the proper sequence…or at least insofar as I can remember them correctly. The old noggin’ sure is giving up on me every now and then.
I remember having a dream where someone was giving my a big bag of money. I was just about to take it too, when the friggin’ alarm went off. Very frustrating that, but since I don’t remember anything else remotely interesting about the dream, I won’t be doing a full recount of it. More’s the pity, really. I bet it was an interesting one. I’ve been wondering all day where I was getting the money for.
Okay, what else. Beside the tiling/grout work I finished putting together the arbor, which now looks absolutely gorgeous, thank you very much. I will post pics soon. Really, it worked out better than I’d anticipated. Considering it is as of recently tenant’s favorite spot to sit, it also does also look quite inviting. I don’t know why but every time I look at it I’m seeing 16th century clothes and some damsel gliding through it. Hah.
We’re back to watering plants, and considering we now have the basin to do the bigger parts, we should be able to keep the water bill a little bit lower this year. That is the plan anyway. Finding out if it works is a whole new ball game.
There was laundry (I know, boring, but it does happen for some reason)…I gave up postponing and just the put the washing machine on the floor, rather than let the pile grow. Of course it didn’t even put a dent in the pile, but at least four batches got washed and hung. I should be able to put the machine on its pedestal tomorrow, which is when I will post a picture to show of the new tiling. It is absolutely beautiful! Still a bathhouse image, though. *sigh*
Tenant decided to go only as far as my cabin terrace today, but she enjoyed the wonderful weather just as much as we did.
Mom and the sibs spent the past couple of days on markets. Both days went well, so it was worth the effort, I would say…even though they are of course dreadfully tired.
But anyway: After mixing cement for big brother, who is working on building another seedbed in the garden pit, our friend Dani arrived, and she and I started digging under the house. What with the weather improving like this, it is time to get the foundation for the new support wall dug out, and since she insists on helping out with this particular arduous task, it went rather fast for a first day. Most of the time was spent with me babbling about the W.I. Investigations, and the ideas that have been chasing through my brain of late. It doesn’t help either that there was a good review for “The Martyr” either, because now the stories are once again chomping at the bit to get out. *sigh* But where was I? Oh yeah, digging: First we had to chop our way through the root system, then, through about a foot of dirt, followed by another half foot of rocks. Oh my gawd. It’s been way too long since I did some serious digging. My back is whining, my hands are blistered and muscles are complaining…but it feels grand. Grand, I tell ya! (Gotta convince myself yet, you understand, hah) Seriously, though. It was a good day in regard to physical activities. We were in the shade of the reed, the sun was hot, the air cool, and already my tan is coming back, so what the heck, I’m calling it a Good day no matter what.
I think we got about half of the foundation dug out, meaning that in the next few days we’re going to have to do some trips to get some serious rocks. I prefer to have big ones for the foundation, so we’re going to need at least fifteen of 150 pounds a pop, I’m guessing. It is going to be interesting to see how we’re going to get them in, though. Hah
The digging was going well, but then my stomach started to scream murder, and came crawling up to see if my throat had been cut. *sigh* So lunch was the result, after which (while digesting) I got so friggin’ tired that I ended up reading some edit pages, and then taking a catnap in the full sunshine. I was gone for fifteen minutes at the very least, but felt distinctly better by the time I got up from the chair.
The remainder of outside work was transplanting tomato seedlings into pots, and heading down to check if the spinach and beets needed water (yes!) and to see how the newly planted cauliflowers were doing (excellent). That done we went up to eat some custard that grandpa had made and then the day outside was over, much to my regret. I can’t wait for summer where we’ll be able to be outside all day again.
Edits are still going on steadily, and thought we had a few bad days where time was just too much of a hassle and getting our quota of a chapter a day impossible, but we’re back on track, I think…that is, if I don’t dawdle too much here today. Drat!
Knight II is getting impatient with his collar (he wrecked it again, and we had to repair it with metal. Idiot!) and the bandage. In fact he ripped it off twice today and lost one of his stitches in the process. Really, I could throttle him for making this harder than it should be. Aaargh. But anyway, luckily he is still letting me put on new bandages, even though I had to have a rather serious conversation with him about his behavior. Really, it shows bad manners, yanking at stitches like that. *sigh*
Well, this ought to do it, because except for the rather depressing bit of news that Touri’s condition seems to be worsening again, I don’t remember what else to say today.
I’m outta here.
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