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Apr. 24th, 2015

Bone tired but happy

It's a good thing I love gardening and getting dirty, because right now, I'm thoroughly sick and tired of it.

But the raised bed out back has been extended- took 2 days and 2 trips to Lowes and it still need more dirt, but it's pretty much done except for that. Today, I put up the extra section of 6ft privacy fence, trimmed back- ok, chopped- the honeysuckle to get the fence section in, cleared out all the old wood- most of which went INTO the bed- and leaves so we can get almost all the way around it easily.

Two more beds to build and plant, then the patio and other than the veggie garden, it'll be upkeep only from there on out.

Need to get some potting soil and repot the spiderplant, it's vastly outgrown the pot it's in. Need to find a new hanging pot for the wandering jew so it can be split into two and repotted. It'll be happier then. Have to remove the dead butterfly bush- it'd been declining for a cuple years now and gave up this winter. I can pull entire sections off or split 5" thick branches just by pulling on them, so out it comes. Then that area gets amended and a new one will be planted in its place. It lasted nearly 15 years, so I guess that's a good thing. After that, it's newspaper mulch and river rocks to cover it and the front bed is completed.

Thankfully all the new crepe myrtles- including the black diamond one in the pot- survived. The black diamond one will be put in the ground, it barely survived in a pot. That's part of one of the two beds that need built though. That'll happen in mid to late May and June.

So. Hopefully by August-Sept, we'll have a nice patio and completed hardscaping that just needs trimming and cleaning up come fall and spring.}:P

This weekend, I'm hoping to get a table easel and play with my new toy.}:P



A handmade from salvaged 100yr old barnwood 3ft triangle loom, from Clarksville Weaver. Isn't it lovely? Hee.



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Apr. 20th, 2015

An open letter to the bees

Dear bees-

I like you I really do. I see that you're loaded down with pollen and building materials. You're ready to make a new hive and have chosen my yard.

Great!

But there's just one problem.

You see, the place you've decided would be ideal to build a nest... isn't so ideal after all.

For one, it's got really tiny entrances, really, they're screw holes in the upright part of the baker's rack that serves as a potting bench and empty pot storage for me.

Secondly , it's on the front porch. Lots of traffic there. Lots of birds that would love to eat you.

Thirdly, and most importantly- it's next to the front door. That's a big one since that's the door, you know, we use regularly, several times a day. That's where my mail and packages are delivered, where my husband exits to go to work and comes home through, where we go to buy groceries and plants that you like.

So, you see, while I'd love to have a colony in my yard, what you perceive as an ideal hive spot, in reality, isn't.

I've moved the baker's rack, I've wafted air at you, I've firmly and sternly told you this was not the place to build.

Please take the hint. I really don't want to resort to extreme measures and currently, there's only 4 of you right now- scouts, I presume. There's lots of bushes and dead wood out back at the top of the hill- the mock oranges will be blooming soon- go build your ideal hive up there. I promise it's a lot less busy and you'll be much, much happier there.

And so will I.

Lots of love because I really do want you to stick around- unless you're yellow jackets, which you aren't, or killer bees which you damn well better not be (they didn't attack me and simply buzzed me when I was moving things around, so I'm inclined to say no, they aren't),

Me.



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Mar. 30th, 2015

Pictures make a post...

Recent garden blooms-

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And recently made things-

Gaming bags-

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Mini Bags, Available Here.

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Full sized bags, Available Here.


And I made myself a lap throw, which was promptly taken over by the cats-

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There's more, all of which are listed Here.


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Mar. 25th, 2015

This pretty much sums up everything...

So, A-Ha, my utmost favorite band of all time, has announced a 2016 reunion tour and brand new studio album. They 'retired' the band back in 2010 and I never got the chance to see them in concert.

So I sent Mark the email announcement. The following text conversation occurs-

Him- Keep an eye on the A-Ha tour locations for the Us and we'll try to plan to go.

Me- That was my thought as well. The new album drops in Sept.

Him- Yes we will get it.

Me- *happy dances internally*

Him- Heh.


He didn't *ask* if I wanted to go, he automatically said, yes, we will plan for it. And he can't stand A-Ha, lol.

I think I'll keep him.}:P


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Mar. 13th, 2015

Well this is fun.

Last night, Mark comes upstairs to the bedroom, where I'm laying on the bed, reading.

He heaves a big sigh, " Finally", he says, "I finally beat him." He's referring to the boss in the video game he's currently playing that has successfully thwarted him for 3 nights running.

I, having put my book down to listen to him, deadpanned, "Your cat farted in my face. Twice. Then she left me." Miss Sassy, having finally decided that sleeping upstairs on our pillows and stealing 3/4 of them while we were trying to use them, is the best thing ever, had literally just done that and left to go back downstairs.

He started laughing at me, " Well, it just means she loves you!"

I replied, "Yeah, she takes after you in that regard."

"Hey! I don't fart in your face!" He says, between giggles.

"No, but your farts sure as hell do stink as bad as hers did!" I said. And went back to reading my book. Thankfully, it's getting warm enough to leave a window cracked and it aired out pretty quickly.


Siamese cats. Can't do a damn thing with them.

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Today has decided to be annoying.

Netflix disc that was supposed to arrive today, didn't, so I had to find something on streaming to use as background noise that isn't something *both* of us want to watch- not as easy as it sounds.

Barnes and Noble 's store inventory isn't updated properly, so the book they supposedly had in stock at the closest BN here and that Mark was going to pick up to surprise me with- isn't actually in stock and I now have to order it online instead (surprise!Mark said, halfheartedly.}:/ )

Not even going to try to photograph you, Mr Red Bellied Woodpecker peeking around the big feeder at me. Yeah, I see you. You're still an asshole.

Hmph.


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Feb. 10th, 2015

Your internal alarm clock needs to be reset, cat.

Last week, 944 am, Miss Sassy comes upstairs and into the bedroom, then walks across the pillows, back and forth, purring loudly, determined that I get up and feed her. Progress!, we thought, she's finally coming into the bedroom on her own, maybe she's finally settling in!

The next morning, 844 am, she does the same thing. Even throws in a few plaintive meows until I gave up and got up. Still, progress! Yay!

Over the weekend, nothing. But then, Mark usually gets up before me on the weekends anyway, so she'd have no need to come wake me up and demand breakfast.

Yesterday, you guessed it. 848 am, purring madly, sticking her face right in mine. Need to rethink this progress thing...

FOUR TWENTY AM THIS MORNING. Miss Sassy decides to come visit us. Purrs madly and walks back and forth until I move the covers so she can lay under them, on my arm and against me just so. Spends an hour and a half with me, purring the entire time. This cat has a loud purr. Needless to say, I dozed rather than slept again. Then she leaves.

615am, Mark gets up. When he leaves, I asked were she was. He said camped out downstairs in her usual spot, but don't worry, she'll come bug you. I grumble and pull the covers over my head.

745 am. I told her I was not, under any circumstances getting up THAT early, deal with it. She left, used the litter box and came back 10 minutes later. Nope, still not getting up. She curls up with me for 30 seconds, jumps up where Morrigan's dry food bowl is, helps herself ( oh that'll make Mo real happy, that will.}:/ ) and leaves.

1034am, she comes back and I agree, grudgingly, to get up.

On the one hand, I'm glad she's finally, after 5 months, feeling comfortable enough to not only go in the bedroom, but to camp out on Mark's pillow during the day, as she did this weekend and after she ate this morning. But on the other hand, seriously, cat, you need to adjust that internal alarm clock of yours. Insomnia has nothing on you.


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