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Apr. 20th, 2016 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI'm not entirely sure what happened this morning. I woke up. I went around, I stared at the computer for a bit and did a few more rounds on yesterday's April Start in the vain hopes of getting it onto a circular instead of those fucking double points (no.) and eventually I decided that if I got a thousand words written for Nano I would go back to sleep for a bit.
This did not happen.
What did happen was that I got two thousand words written for Nano, ate about a package and a half's worth of starburst, slowly woke up, fucked around on the internet a bit, got all the trash and recycling out and the cat litter, got a laundry bin upstairs since it had been languishing for a couple of days, an hour ish before I had to go to work realized I hadn't done my languages or physics or anything for the day that I usually try (and often fail) to do before work and started frantically doing that, stretching, and showering. Sometimes simultaneously. So despite four hours to get ready I was somehow running late towards the end but two thousand words written before eight.
So I still have no idea what happened but, um. Sure. I can do some languages during the day and if that and putting clothes away is all I have to do when I get home from capoeira (and inevitably crash early again), so be it.
Still working on keeping in mind that this weekend the only thing I am doing other than capoeira and usual daily stuff is gardening. I went ahead and ordered the garden beds, I now need to order how much fill was it? Oh god, 100 cubic feet of fill. One fucking hundred cubic feet of fill. Whose bright idea was this again? Not mine, I tell you that much. (Yes, mine.) Which means I need to see if the local nursery can deliver or prevail upon one of the capoeira teachers who both of them have trucks. And one of them has chickens and gardens so at least he will only go "ah yes, raised beds" and not "how much fucking fertilizer do you need?" Although I'm going how much fucking fertilizer do I need? at this point so that's not necessarily helpful.
For the curious, this is four 4x4 raised beds to a height of about 30" plus a bit on some. This is both to keep the groundhogs out and so the plants can have a good amount of soil for roots because directly underneath the beds is about two inches of dirt and then red clay, and half the dirt in the WNC mountains is diseased anyway because fuck you tobacco farmers of yore. So, yes, this is somewhat practical if we want to have a working garden. But 100 cubic feet of dirt. Manure. Compost. Thing.
Again for the curious I currently have starters of eight? nine? different types of tomatoes, three different types of peppers, watermelons from Roomie, and a whole bunch of herbs, and this is not including the cucumbers, onions, and other things that I just want to start in the ground. Well, the cucumbers and so on can go in the raised beds, I might have to put onions and carrots in... something. Bags? Or get a stepladder. I don't even know.
My insane gardening plans aside things continue to go fairly well, I'm way behind on April Arts but since I managed to get almost everything done by the time I got to work (and simultaneously run late which, O.o) I can do a couple of those and catch up while I'm at work. Especially if it continues to be quiet. Really, there's not much else going on except all of the crafting and apparently all of the growing. And some of the writing, but the writing has mostly quieted down somehow. At least in my head.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go have a panic about how much fertilizer and raised bed stuff I need to buy.
This did not happen.
What did happen was that I got two thousand words written for Nano, ate about a package and a half's worth of starburst, slowly woke up, fucked around on the internet a bit, got all the trash and recycling out and the cat litter, got a laundry bin upstairs since it had been languishing for a couple of days, an hour ish before I had to go to work realized I hadn't done my languages or physics or anything for the day that I usually try (and often fail) to do before work and started frantically doing that, stretching, and showering. Sometimes simultaneously. So despite four hours to get ready I was somehow running late towards the end but two thousand words written before eight.
So I still have no idea what happened but, um. Sure. I can do some languages during the day and if that and putting clothes away is all I have to do when I get home from capoeira (and inevitably crash early again), so be it.
Still working on keeping in mind that this weekend the only thing I am doing other than capoeira and usual daily stuff is gardening. I went ahead and ordered the garden beds, I now need to order how much fill was it? Oh god, 100 cubic feet of fill. One fucking hundred cubic feet of fill. Whose bright idea was this again? Not mine, I tell you that much. (Yes, mine.) Which means I need to see if the local nursery can deliver or prevail upon one of the capoeira teachers who both of them have trucks. And one of them has chickens and gardens so at least he will only go "ah yes, raised beds" and not "how much fucking fertilizer do you need?" Although I'm going how much fucking fertilizer do I need? at this point so that's not necessarily helpful.
For the curious, this is four 4x4 raised beds to a height of about 30" plus a bit on some. This is both to keep the groundhogs out and so the plants can have a good amount of soil for roots because directly underneath the beds is about two inches of dirt and then red clay, and half the dirt in the WNC mountains is diseased anyway because fuck you tobacco farmers of yore. So, yes, this is somewhat practical if we want to have a working garden. But 100 cubic feet of dirt. Manure. Compost. Thing.
Again for the curious I currently have starters of eight? nine? different types of tomatoes, three different types of peppers, watermelons from Roomie, and a whole bunch of herbs, and this is not including the cucumbers, onions, and other things that I just want to start in the ground. Well, the cucumbers and so on can go in the raised beds, I might have to put onions and carrots in... something. Bags? Or get a stepladder. I don't even know.
My insane gardening plans aside things continue to go fairly well, I'm way behind on April Arts but since I managed to get almost everything done by the time I got to work (and simultaneously run late which, O.o) I can do a couple of those and catch up while I'm at work. Especially if it continues to be quiet. Really, there's not much else going on except all of the crafting and apparently all of the growing. And some of the writing, but the writing has mostly quieted down somehow. At least in my head.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go have a panic about how much fertilizer and raised bed stuff I need to buy.