Warhead On Legs

( Gaeilge )

So. Garden things. Item 1: Holy shit I thought I had a lot of tomatoes before, and now there are ten new small tomatoes. That' an estimate, not an actual number, I did not stand there and count all the tiny new tomatoes growing. Also the weight of the tomatoes is pulling down one of the stakes, which means the next step is rebar. Which it turns out is useful for something after all! Item 2: Holy shit peppers. My pepper plants in my beds are finally starting to do something; I might start dropping tea bags in there in the hopes of continuing to fertilize them. And the peppers in the pots? Last I really looked at them on Friday ish they had dropped their flowers, this morning there's a pepperlet slightly larger than my thumb. And at least a couple more that I saw at a distance. Item 3: I really really need to clean out the marigold pots ugh. Item 4: My dahlias, which were so lovely, are starting to droop and fall again. Ah well. It really is hot. Item 5: FUCKING MINT. And fucking weeds in the herb garden. These are not the same thing, there are intended and unintended weeds. I need to harvest the mint again. And dry it better this time. Item 6: Someone smack me if I don't de-caterpillar my porch plants this evening. Item 7: Why did I ever worry about gardening. Jesus.

Item 8: We really, really really need a compost pile. Really a lot. I may just unscrew the damn giant bed and move the whole fucking thing myself this weekend. Or over the course of the week and the weekend. Hell with this.

So. My siblings have been and gone! My house did not get cleaned to my standards. The world did not end. (Everything was clean, just, not everything was tidy. In fact, a lot of things were not tidy. The world still did not end.) I did get stung by a fucking hornet and I hope I tasted awful, and that did put a premature end to the hiking since no one brought either anything for hornets or, in my siblings' case, shoes suitable for hiking up hills. Also the hornets' nest was right in the middle of the fucking narrow trail. Oops. We ended up going back and hiking around downtown Asheville instead and I picked up another non-fiction book I don't need, in this case London: The Biography. It looked interesting, okay? Shut up. Also a place to start for researchings.

Oh dear god I just listed out all the things I'm working on right now to a friend of mine and now I feel like an over achiever. A really overwhelmed over achiever. Dear god I have way too much crap I am currently doing. One. Project. At. A. Time. Or at least a piece of a project at a time. I swear I can do this. Especially now that I don't have to worry about impending siblings. FUCK but I do have to worry about impending Dragon*Con and argh. No, that's a next month problem. Fuckit.

( Русский язык )

Okay, I'll save Spanish practice for tonight, since apparently today is the day of answering pups in Spanish. I posted an entry for a pup in Spanish mostly out of sheer amusement and giggle value, and it had to do with pants. And then someone tagged also in Spanish, so I had to reply in kind, and now it's just escalated. And the other person either doesn't have a more realworld type experience with Spanish or is using an online translator. Albeit a decent one. I giggle. ... Or not a decent one. Never mind. That was kind of funny, though. I couldn't make sense of the words, I had to ask someone.

Oogh. Need to remember that negative possession means genitive form. Also how to type. And to clean out my keyboard or, well, something. My 'n' key (actually the 'y' key in the English keyboard but it was while I was doing the Russian that it got annoying) kept not entering.

Work is going to be interesting today. I've got painkillers in case this unsettled feeling in my girlie parts turns into downright crankiness and pain, but I hope it won't. No headache or muscle aches, really, or at least, none that can't be explained by exercise. And I've got a lot of work to do, no time to waste on feeling like crap. And I get to try my soup today! I have a wariness, as I do with most forms of vegetables in soup, but it smelled good. This is what I get for not being used to vegetable soups.