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Aug. 6th, 2014 09:50 am( Gaeilge )
Oogh. Just plain oogh. I re-staked a bed of sixteen, roughly, tomato plants. I did maybe six to eight more this morning. And I have another bunch left to do tonight/tomorrow morning. Also the cherry tomatoes are fucking insane, they're taller than the new stakes we got. Also I keep picking tomatoes and then forgetting to figure out which plant they're from. Never mind that I'm not sure what the tomato plants I grew from seed are. Homestead, I think. Well, the next tomatoes I pick maybe I'll remember to stick a flag in them so when I harvest the seeds (I don't know if they're heirloom or fucked with, but might as well) I can tell what I'm planting next year.
Still need one of those tall standing racks to grow seedlings on. Maybe a couple of them.
I think I've managed to get down my knitting projects to only five or six future ones planned out, and then a whole shitpile of patterns I'm intrigued by. And until then all I have to do is remember that I have other things to do that aren't sitting and knitting. Which is harder than it sounds. Especially when a lot of the things I have to do are physically taxing and I end up exhausted and flopping down and just want to knit and watch videos for the next ever.
Like right now, for instance. When the first three hours of work was chaotic and ridiculous and now I'm just tired and achy and want to take a nap and not do anything. But since I am going out tonight I should at least get the daily writing done and yawwwwwn so sleepy. Whine whine bitch. No, things are going all right. It's not that bad.
Oogh. Just plain oogh. I re-staked a bed of sixteen, roughly, tomato plants. I did maybe six to eight more this morning. And I have another bunch left to do tonight/tomorrow morning. Also the cherry tomatoes are fucking insane, they're taller than the new stakes we got. Also I keep picking tomatoes and then forgetting to figure out which plant they're from. Never mind that I'm not sure what the tomato plants I grew from seed are. Homestead, I think. Well, the next tomatoes I pick maybe I'll remember to stick a flag in them so when I harvest the seeds (I don't know if they're heirloom or fucked with, but might as well) I can tell what I'm planting next year.
Still need one of those tall standing racks to grow seedlings on. Maybe a couple of them.
I think I've managed to get down my knitting projects to only five or six future ones planned out, and then a whole shitpile of patterns I'm intrigued by. And until then all I have to do is remember that I have other things to do that aren't sitting and knitting. Which is harder than it sounds. Especially when a lot of the things I have to do are physically taxing and I end up exhausted and flopping down and just want to knit and watch videos for the next ever.
Like right now, for instance. When the first three hours of work was chaotic and ridiculous and now I'm just tired and achy and want to take a nap and not do anything. But since I am going out tonight I should at least get the daily writing done and yawwwwwn so sleepy. Whine whine bitch. No, things are going all right. It's not that bad.