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Oct. 2nd, 2012 10:34 amI swear there was going to be Russian here but I can't actually find my Kindle with the fairy tale book on it. I think it's under the bed.
I HAVE A 22" MACHETE.
Ahem. And a tumbling bin composter, and a number of other garden tools, too. Plus light bulbs for the entire house. This afternoon we'll probably go over, store the garden stuff if it's still raining, and change all the lightbulbs at the very least. See what kind of light we get when all the bulbs are lit and fresh and everything's turned on. Maybe do some cleaning of surfaces and things, but at least changing the bulbs and getting the rest of the stuff in the garage. Along with my machete. Which I'm perhaps a little bit too excited about.
We also looked at but did not yet buy herbs and a few food plants, like broccoli and strawberries. The boy wants to try the strawberry plants, I have a dubious but, hey, why not. And there's basil and rosemary and parsley and sage (no thyme, I looked, I might try that from seed), so we can work on this whole Jag can't grow anything concept. Actually with those kind of started plants, I'm more worried about the little voices in the back of my head going it's almost Samhain! It's fall, it's almost winter! You can't plant anything in winter! Never mind that these plants would be indoors, it's looking to be warm and mild for the next two weeks at least, and have I mentioned how damned insulated the house is yet? Because it really is. And the plants would be in the patio, which is all windows and baseboard heater. They'll be fine. (No, my brain says, if I grow them in the winter I'll just confuse the poor plants, and then they'll sprout and grow food all out of season and then everything will be ruined. Shut up, brain.)
Stayed up a little too late last night reading John Bellairs -- again -- which is probably why my Kindle is under the bed. I'd forgotten how much I loved those books. Evidently not forgotten entirely, because I nominated them for Yuletide (hence the re-read) but damn I still love those books. And it makes me want to write some young-adult mystery supernatural crap. Or something. In the style of John Bellairs! Maybe I'll get lucky and someone not me will request it for Yuletide. Or maybe I'll just write it somewhere between the ten billion other things I'm writing.
And now for something completely different: Liam Neeson in a pink speedo.
Permits went through okay, they seem to have been accepted, which means now I think I will contact the Contractor and ask how much he estimates the first draw should be, get started on that so that can get pushed through and we can keep moving right along. I have not, actually, been back to the house since Sunday, hopefully we'll get over there again tonight. But it's been pouring on and off for the past couple of days, so weeding and clearing out the koi pond was right out. I'm sorely tempted just to spray the inside of it with a bit of lighter fluid and light the fucking thing on fire. Except there's a mudmat down there. Burning plastic up my nasal passages is not my idea of a fun time. Maybe I can just light the goddamn stickerbushes on fire. I have no idea what plant that is, it kind of looks like a miniature Vorlon ship with REALLY POINTY sticker-needles coming out of one end.
Right. It's lunchtime, which means it's time to do German and find something else entirely to ramble about. Although right now I can't get Liam Neeson in the pink speedo out of my head.
I HAVE A 22" MACHETE.
Ahem. And a tumbling bin composter, and a number of other garden tools, too. Plus light bulbs for the entire house. This afternoon we'll probably go over, store the garden stuff if it's still raining, and change all the lightbulbs at the very least. See what kind of light we get when all the bulbs are lit and fresh and everything's turned on. Maybe do some cleaning of surfaces and things, but at least changing the bulbs and getting the rest of the stuff in the garage. Along with my machete. Which I'm perhaps a little bit too excited about.
We also looked at but did not yet buy herbs and a few food plants, like broccoli and strawberries. The boy wants to try the strawberry plants, I have a dubious but, hey, why not. And there's basil and rosemary and parsley and sage (no thyme, I looked, I might try that from seed), so we can work on this whole Jag can't grow anything concept. Actually with those kind of started plants, I'm more worried about the little voices in the back of my head going it's almost Samhain! It's fall, it's almost winter! You can't plant anything in winter! Never mind that these plants would be indoors, it's looking to be warm and mild for the next two weeks at least, and have I mentioned how damned insulated the house is yet? Because it really is. And the plants would be in the patio, which is all windows and baseboard heater. They'll be fine. (No, my brain says, if I grow them in the winter I'll just confuse the poor plants, and then they'll sprout and grow food all out of season and then everything will be ruined. Shut up, brain.)
Stayed up a little too late last night reading John Bellairs -- again -- which is probably why my Kindle is under the bed. I'd forgotten how much I loved those books. Evidently not forgotten entirely, because I nominated them for Yuletide (hence the re-read) but damn I still love those books. And it makes me want to write some young-adult mystery supernatural crap. Or something. In the style of John Bellairs! Maybe I'll get lucky and someone not me will request it for Yuletide. Or maybe I'll just write it somewhere between the ten billion other things I'm writing.
And now for something completely different: Liam Neeson in a pink speedo.
Permits went through okay, they seem to have been accepted, which means now I think I will contact the Contractor and ask how much he estimates the first draw should be, get started on that so that can get pushed through and we can keep moving right along. I have not, actually, been back to the house since Sunday, hopefully we'll get over there again tonight. But it's been pouring on and off for the past couple of days, so weeding and clearing out the koi pond was right out. I'm sorely tempted just to spray the inside of it with a bit of lighter fluid and light the fucking thing on fire. Except there's a mudmat down there. Burning plastic up my nasal passages is not my idea of a fun time. Maybe I can just light the goddamn stickerbushes on fire. I have no idea what plant that is, it kind of looks like a miniature Vorlon ship with REALLY POINTY sticker-needles coming out of one end.
Right. It's lunchtime, which means it's time to do German and find something else entirely to ramble about. Although right now I can't get Liam Neeson in the pink speedo out of my head.