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[sticky post] Other ways to contact me [Apr. 4th, 2017|12:06 pm]
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If i quit posting here, feel free to look for me at http://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/ .

I receive email via google's mail service at the user name elaineforexample.

Confidantes may find more information at http://elainegrey.livejournal.com/654579.html
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(no subject) [Aug. 20th, 2018|06:18 am]
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The weekend was sort of mixed, with a dark contractor cloud hanging over our heads. The fencing job is "done" except for the parts that aren't or need to be fixed. Christine's anxiety spikes when she thinks of the done poorly, done stupidly, and not done bits. I am holding space for the owner to take a look and see immediately what needs attention. We did have my Dad look at it to help me assess the level of pickiness we were at. Christine worries that as two women, contractors see us as easily taken advantage of.

I also tried setting up the camera for some "studio" shots. I couldn't find my "green screen" felt or much of my equipment for a while, because i was looking for the plastic box it was in when we moved. Eventually, i found where i had concentrated most of my photography equipment. I still didn't see the green felt -- which may still be packed from the move -- and i have misplaced the most recent lens cap, and generally feel a sort of entropic misery. Happy news is that i was actually using the still new camera, and put on my old macro lens. It's a budget rig of tube extensions that remove any camera control over focus (use the manual focus ring) and f stop (paper wedged in the lever about mid stop). The new camera seems rather cranky about lenses it can't "talk" to. And i recalled my irritation at the change in location of all the controls, many to digital menus. Fie. So, i took photos, yay, and just sitting with the camera outside in the screened deck i became totally soaked with sweat. The air was saturated. I loaded 1001 photos into Lightroom, the application i manage and "develop" my photos -- i think i hadn't imported any images but a few of the camera trap from this year.

Photos were of the purple corn -- we'll see if i get them developed. The ideas i had wait for it to be temperate enough for me to stand working outside. I imagine making patterns out of the kernels and using the photos as the basis for fabric pattern designs, but fussy nudgig around of small bits needs a bit more comfort.

Overnight 1.71 inches of rain. That puts us at 11.87 inches in a month we normally have 4.76 inches.

I identified four new-to-me plants, and happily three were natives. Two were in the genus of St John's wort, little shrubby plants with little yellow flowers. One was in the lobelia genus: Lobelia inflata (Indian tobacco, puke weed). It's not terribly showy, but i'm glad to have preserved some colonies of it. The fourth was a singular plant out among the buckwheat: i got it before it set seed. Chinese Senna (Senna obtusifolia)

Oh no, despite the name it *is* native. Oh fiddlesticks. It was kind of attractive. Fie. https://www.inaturalist.org/observations/15616930 Maybe i'll get another chance.

Saturday night we stayed up late to watch the entire Amazon (or BBC One) miniseries, Ordeal by Innocence. From wikipedia i gather enough of the plot was changed that my wondering about a particular detail seems moot.

That particular detail is that, between this mystery and a Father Brown episode, i've two data-points of a fifties period depiction showing wealthy white British families adopting non-white daughters. The white son and the non-white daughter then develop a sexual relationship. Sympathetic others don't show any horror, concern, or disgust at this. My eyebrow raises at the gender and race dynamics there. I'm of the impression that sexual relationships between siblings by adoption have usually been considered "creepy" and problematic. The racial difference in these two cases underscores that there isn't a genetic issue with the relationship; would it play so easily if the siblings were of the same race? And then what if the brother had been of Chinese or African descent and the sister white? I'm used to the BBC pieces having a bit of The Society of Creative Anachronism's principle of righting past injustices (and thus the complete anachronistic non-worry about mixed race marriages is welcome), but something about these two plot lines seems ... problematic.

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Too much [Aug. 17th, 2018|12:34 pm]
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Too many meetings yesterday, with the first two with me "on". I was exhausted at the end of the work day. I crossed my fingers that we would have another 24 hours without rain (so i could burn roots tonight) and watched TV all evening.

I discovered a silly Netflix comedy in French called A Very Secret Service. I'm not sure how many episodes i can watch, but it wasn't too repetitive in the first two episodes. Set in 1960 in some bureaucratic division, a young man is recruited ... and trained? I suspect i find it mostly amusing because the focus of the humor is not familiar. Each episode so far has poked at the French treatment of African colonies or dependencies: with the service ignoring the delegations and not being able to cope with the African names. I fail to see how the suit the trainee wears is so problematic because i certainly don't have an eye for suits: i do wonder if suit snobbery over barely perceptible details is the joke.

Also watched Doctor Who and Father Brown and the first episode of The Waltons. That is so not a Virgina mountain! I was told, growing up, that Walton's Mountain was just down the road from the mountain my great-grandmother lived on and certain folks were identified as the moonshine brewing sisters. I don't recall failing to recognize the landscape when i was growing up.... Maybe later episodes replace the scenery in the opening?

Today we have our fingers crossed that a numbness around the mouth Christine is experiencing will be easily solved by standard dental interventions and is not a sign that Christine's peculiarly impacted wisdom tooth is causing more distress. Almost twenty years ago its removal would require breaking her jaw and such risk and expense that the surgeon suggested she just put up with the discomfort.

Christine is practicing a remarkable amount of equanimity in the face of this: i think i am more worried than she is.

[Later] Good news and really irritating news. Good news is there's an alternative to the full, expensive, risky and long surgery to remove the impacted wisdom tooth: she's likely to be able to get by with a partial removal that can be done in office. The irritation is that Christine asked if the office we were going to had all the right diagnostic equipment. Yup. But no. It's the same equipment, but not the level of resolution needed to image this particular issue. So, next week imaging, and then eventually the surgeon will be able to sort the issue and suggest the treatment.

This dentist is a good communicator and gets along with Christine. A handful of years ago Christine had other major dental surgery done and the whole thing was very traumatizing. She's handling this so well right now: i'm hopeful this will not trigger the cascade of traumas and flashbacks the previous surgery did.

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Yard News [Aug. 15th, 2018|09:46 pm]
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It didn't rain for 24 hours! I mowed! I'm particularly happy to scalp the grasses in the glade to give the mosses a chance.

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In documentary news, the 30 minute cut film documenting how Christine's family handled the her/our transition has been part of the PBS Online Film Festival (Read about it and watch it here http://www.pbs.org/filmfestival/2018-festival/ties-bind/). While the film didn't win, the Producer and Editor of American Experience ranked it #2 and the FRONTLINE writer, producer and editor ranked it #1. Christine was so delighted. The process has had a great deal of pain for her -- revisiting over and over painful episodes, composing music for the film and having her sister dismiss it (some of her music did make it into the film, though), providing critical feedback and editing advice and not having her technical contributions recognized.... And finally, Christine did the original edit from the hour long film to the 30 min PBS film. Having the FRONTLINE editor approve of the film is wonderful for her. I'm so proud.

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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2018|05:32 am]
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Yesterday, busy morning, procrastinatory afternoon.

We did take Greycie Loo's medicines over to a cat refuge for them to use. I'd been to their front gate in April or May, when i was establishing a design for our fence. This time we went through and saw the large area of free roaming cats, some of which who came over to say hi, others that ignored us. Fortunately there's a bit of a process to adopt, including a house visit, so we avoided the risk of coming home with a new friend. The place seemed a little magical, wooded and shaded with mossy banks and creative fencing from gnarled cedar. As we left, a white cat walked with us on the inside of the fence. The cat's coat seemed a bit disheveled and there was a stumble and wobble to the cat's walk. There was just enough of a similarity to remind me of Greycie Loo's last days and bring the grief back up.

I completely ignored the gas gauge, and when we went to do the evening groceries the car was on fumes. We emptied the lawnmower gas into the car tank and made it with out incident to a gas station. Christine was dealing with elephants, but by the time we were home she was much better. I on the other hand was wiped.

I think it was a good idea to get off the SSRI, but i wish the joy would be more of what surprised me. Grief and bumping up against Christine's sharp edges when she's doing her best to cope tires me. We both (and our therapists) think it's better that i am more sensitive to those sharp edges -- partly so Christine can learn to mediate better. Watching her struggle with the elephants though -- she tries so hard -- i don't want to make it harder on both of us. I trust though, that poetry (maybe) and photography will come back to me, so it's better to feel.

A dry spell would be nice. Hearing about the fence gates and from someone up to prepping the ground for the fescue planting would be nice. (I can certainly do it, but i would stretch out the process.) I guess i should go buy lime and other amendments.

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I wasn't expecting the Women in Tech gardening channel to be triggery, but there is a woman with a small farm on the coast in California that posts instagram-ready images of her oh so rose-filtered life (alpacas! deliveries of dahlias to her hospital). I know i'm getting a curated experience, but the perfection is about to drive me bonkers.

Contacted two friends from the 20th century this morning. One has been hit by a truck while walking on a visit to family while her daughter was across the continent with a parent and her partner on a totally different continent. The other was in a car wreck while on a trip to celebrate her anniversary in which her husband was killed. I suppose feeling moved enough to actually write is part of the SSRI removal.

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(no subject) [Aug. 13th, 2018|06:37 am]
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Happy things:

a cat refuge will take all of Greycie's left over meds.

Six deer were in the east yard yesterday. We saw them grazing near the fence and in the thicket. As they left the thicket we realized more had been to the side of the house. Eventually i counted two does, two fawns. (which both nursed at one of the does -- OUCH, pushy!), and two young bucks. While they passed at the edge of the garden, i think they were more focused on fallen wild grapes.


My plan for clearing the thicket is to coppice some trees so that there will be browse at deer level, and probably will need to plant cover crops for years to deal with the stilt grass. They do like grazing the tops of the buckwheat.

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Yesterday "i shoulda" gone to Meeting or work or both, but instead i went through back stacks of digital files. I made significant progress, i am happy to say, at my lowest total yet, since using an online spreadsheet to keep track (airtable allows for an easy form to speed recording).

But i'm running late now....

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(no subject) [Aug. 11th, 2018|07:02 am]
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Went out with the kiddos (my sister's kids, W & E) last night to see a band play in the mill town of Bynum last night. Bynum is home of "the critter guy" and an arts festival on the bridge, so this little southern hamlet is becoming pricy down home real estate. When the general store closed, the village bought it and turned it into a neighborhood center. They have summer evening concerts and i've meant to go since before moving here. Now that i've gone once, i think i will go again -- probably at the end of the month. Looks like classic blue grass and i bet my folks would come.

I want to just stay inside and poke at my plans for gardening and not deal with the muddy, steamy outside. I will minimally pull stiltgrass though. I figure that's part of not loosing on other time investments. I feel i ought to be planting for the fall, but i know i will just be shoving seeds in dirt willy-nilly. But maybe that's OK.

I did splurge and buy tree collards yesterday. Tree collards! Also a sterile Russian comfrey. I need to figure out a good place to establish it -- probably in the woods with the native (and perennial) wild sunflower yellow crownbeard. I borrowed a huge permaculture tome from the library and i just want to dwell in the book. And then when i'm in the book, i want to be planning.

I am thinking of a Richters order as well. June was so horrible that i lost the spring ordered plants. Fall is really the best time to establish perennials here, so i really ought to order now.

I have been surfing the clearance plants at the big box store. This past Wednesday the PowWow bright pink echinacia was half off: score!

I've been a member of Dave's Garden for years, but haven't paid for a subscription. I did so yesterday. I'm not sure the site is as lively as i would wish, but ... we'll see?

And there, spend spend spend. Who knew antidepressants might also be anti spending pills?

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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2018|06:48 am]
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With the inch and three quarters of rain last night, we've had over eight inches of rain this past week. And i was already sick of rain. Fortunately, we're in a rain-at-night pattern, so the sun had time to dry things out a little during the day.

I bought the electric pipe heating cord that was out of stock in January when our pump froze. It was pleasant to think back to the week when it never got above freezing. I thought then that it would be hard to believe in the cold in August, and yep.

I do not need this solar oven but it sure seems nifty. I've been wishing after some of the high tech wood burning portable stove things, like this one for years. With all the wood around here, it seems like a good idea. Instead i have spent far more than that on a chipper. I decided yesterday that i want a nice pile of wood chips under the picnic table so i will chip the appropriate sized sticks in the woodpile. The autumn olive cuttings at this time of year have all the leaves (and berries, sigh) and so are a more compostable mix of nitrogen and carbon.

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Town Hall Follow Up [Aug. 7th, 2018|02:34 pm]
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From: "Coleman,Rebecca" <colemanr@oclc.org>
Date: Tuesday, August 7, 2018 at 2:32 PM
Cc: [the C suite guy temporarily in charge of our division]
Subject: Town Hall Follow Up

[Engineering and Operations] Team –

As a follow up to the Town Hall today, we would like to acknowledge all of you for your hard work over the past fiscal year. Much of the work that [Mr Cheerleader] highlighted – [work] and MANY more would not have been successful without all of YOU! Each of you is a contributor to the positive growth for [the Whale].

We want you to know how much we appreciate what you do and the sacrifices you make to deliver for our customers. Keep up the great work!

Thank you!!

[current executive directors]

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A work related post! [Aug. 7th, 2018|12:37 pm]
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I know that you've missed these. In general, work is fine -- the only issue is ME not anything external, really.

But no organization exists without anything at all to complain about, and today's "Town Hall" with our president Mr Cheerleader provided much fodder. First, he's a preacher of the short executive wisdom book sort. I haven't seen anything that makes me think leader, but he knows all the leadership buzz words and plays one on his podcast and in his new book.

Our Town Hall today, which does not confirm to the second definition of town hall, such as "(North American) an event at which a politician or public official answers questions from members of the public", had two extended sermonizing periods where we were exhorted to stop making excuses. Via metaphor, of course.

The first metaphor was about rockets, and how they have to overcome gravity. Gravity, in the metaphor, is excuses. As a colleague commented, a better metaphor for excuses would have been inertia. Many examples of "gravity" were listed, such as having competing priorities or missing features competitors have, and we were all told we shouldn't wait on others to solve these problems but overcome them on our own.

If Mr. Cheerleader had turned around and said, "Rockets need fuel and here's how we are going to overcome gravity this year, " and listed "Our culture of X, Y, and Z is going into that tank! Our increases in efficiency are going into that tank! Our focus on service that deliver more value is going into that tank! With these things in your tank, you will overcome the 'gravity' of all those excuses," i probably wouldn't have been reduced to a half hour of profanity over lunch.

The second metaphor was about learned helplessness, with "a study" presented as fact. The term learned helplessness (Trigger warning for animal experimentation) was not used.

The anecdotal study described fleas in a jar that the fleas could jump out of. The jar is then covered with a lid, the fleas jump against the lid. After some time the lid is removed and the fleas no longer jump out of the jar, just jump to the height of the lid.

We were urged to not let that lid stop us.

Which... i just....

Tell me you have removed the lid, Mr Cheerleader, let me know you know what the lid is and you have removed it. Why on EARTH would i run full tilt at something that has hurt me before unless i had evidence things had changed?

I note in the original 1967s research in learned helplessness, the dogs could not be cajoled or coerced or lured into escaping the shocks -- they had to have their bodies physically moved over the barrier to escape the shock to learn that escape was possible.

I find myself somewhat infuriated that he thinks that his response to perceiving the "learned helplessness" in the work culture is to tell us to stop making excuses.

I would have really really been impressed and motivated had he said, "I know that shifting priorities is one of those things that make it hard for you to succeed. You are working towards a target and then we tell you to aim somewhere else." There *was* an extended discussion of rocket course corrections, actually, about how priorities change and we have to shift course. However, he didn't explain why targeting something else was a course correction. "You feel you haven't succeeded because it seems you gave up on a target when we asked you to change where you were headed. We're going to help you see that we are still aiming towards our goal which isn't X or Y or Z but [making more money]. Maybe we don't deliver X, but the work we did in service of X will still help us [make more money]."

If changes of priorities were accompanied with a note that we have examined the cost of continuing X vs the opportunity cost of working on Y, and we acknowledge that we will be furthering the goal of [making more money] by moving to Y (please watch out for the sunk cost fallacy), folks might be more amenable to course corrections.

That *may* be what is happening behind the scene, but it certainly isn't communicated -- leaving folks to look at unused work as a waste and not be enthusiastic about moving on to the next priority. If he acknowledged that experience and then committed to the transparency about course corrections, i'd have been more confident that our leadership was leading. Instead, the "trust us, we change priorities because of the money" doesn't sound like we're actually trying to balance sunk cost vs opportunity cost, but just that we are being led on a merry chase.

I should note that corporate metrics are strong, so he's doing something right (unless it's merely accountants being clever). But i didn't walk away motivated.


https://skeptics.stackexchange.com/questions/19456/do-fleas-jump-lower-after-being-covered-by-lid-if-so-do-their-offspring-adjust
https://www.quora.com/Is-the-glass-lid-experiment-with-fleas-real-or-merely-apocryphal

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(no subject) [Aug. 5th, 2018|07:16 am]
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Sunlight! There was sunlight yesterday and blue skies! Christine was essentially leading elephants around with her all day, which dulled some of the delight of blue skies, but i did get some time to enjoy blue skies and the lush greenery. We walked Carrie at Fearrington's Camden Park. As much of the chI also weeded, which is a different type lush greenery experience. Mowing is desperately needed.

I dug up some of the potatoes in the north trench. If all i was doing was digging them up it would have been a waste, but i was mixing the layers of clay and char and soil, delighted to see how brown and friable the soil seems to have become. I crumbled some of the larger clods of clay. It's an interesting soil structure, almost proto-rock? Some clods are pliable clay, like one would make pottery with, but this other texture after the clod has been baked and weathered.... Maybe it's more proto-brick? There's something pleasurable in having the fist sized clods shatter into the pea sized clay-gravel.

I picked a good bit of the corn. I don't have a good harvest as i planted the plants to densely. I kept planing to plant more and then ran out of time. The cobs were all lovely, even the four ones with mold or mildew or whatever. Shades of purples and garnet: i may have been bit by the corn breeding bug.

The next question is whether i should bother with squash for a few years, thanks to mildew. I don't really have enough area to rotate crops. Hmm, "Purdue University reports that all types of squash are tolerant of juglone." The area i'm thinking of isn't deep shade: perhaps i could plant there next year. I keep looking at some of the yard crepe myrtles thinking how i could have more without them.

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We watched The Post last night, where i delighted in the technology. Hot type! I followed up by reading about the museum and letter press studio where some of the printing scenes were shot.

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(no subject) [Aug. 3rd, 2018|06:23 am]
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August's average rainfall for this county is 4.76 in. With the 3.3 inches we had yesterday, we are well on the way to done. I think Christine was ready to drive off and go get the water containers yesterday.

Most of the rain came down in a couple hours as lightning crashed close to the house. I unplugged things, as Carrie stayed very close to me. It was quite dark outside and somehow we managed to stay in the narrow band of intense weather for quite a while.

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I attended a class on Change Agility. The professional development classes available to folks outside of headquarters are few, so i try and pick something just to encourage the opportunity. I wasn't expecting much out of the course because i take most changes fairly well -- but "meaningless" disruptions during the work day, those i don't.

I used "power outage" as a short hand for the type disruption i was thinking of, but that didn't catch all the elements of the disruption type i had in mind. I was thinking more of the issue we had with the wifi earlier in the week where it took hours to resolve. I was more disrupted by that than the actual internet outage we had when the line was cut, i think. The elements of disruptions that cause outside derailments for me are that they are unexpected but also my responsibility. So, when our phone line was cut, i wasn't the person responsible for repairing it. Off i went to the library. But with the wifi, once we established it was our tech, not the external line -- initially it seemed it was a failure with my work computer and i needed to sort out enough to contact our corporate help desk.

The coordinator was willing to take disruptions in as a type of change and i kept the situation in mind through out. It was at the very end, where we discussed the "Embrace Opportunity" strategy that i could see why these disruptions bothered me. The slide was the first one to have an animation: a Venn diagram first of two separate circles, one "change," the other "goals". The circles slid until they overlapped and then appeared "opportunity" at the intersection.

I could see why i get derailed at work where similar issues in my personal life don't derail me (as much). I will have a narrow work goal and the disruption seems to have nothing in common with that goal: no overlap, no opportunity. The disruption is experienced as all cost, and i am resentful and mad and move to a sulky "learned helplessness" response. Doom, it's all doom.

Somehow, i need to expand my goals to encompass some overlap with the disruption: i believe this is the rhetorical "bigger picture."

I'm not entirely sure how easily i'll be able to do that, but it's a start.

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Micro climate vs lottery weather [Aug. 1st, 2018|07:00 am]
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I noted to myself this morning the variability of rainfall. Unlike in California, where one could note this bit is in a rain shadow, that bit subject to summer fogs, here it's random whether one gets downbursts or not. My sister isn' getting the rain we are. Now that i think about it, last summer my folks were almost droughty while i wasn't watering much. I was just thinking we'd won the down pour lottery but now i'm going to have to encourage my parents and a niece or nephew into rain gauge measuring over years to find out if we are slightly wetter on average.

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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2018|06:41 am]
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This is the weather where the fungi take over. There's a two Farenheit degree difference between in and out, and every double pane window is coated in condensation. An army of mushrooms is probably mustering in the woods. A newighbor's cat has gone missing: eaten by a fungus?

I'm sitting outside with Luigi, trying to judiciously slap mosquitoes and leave the hoverflies be. The fence means i can leave him out to go in and get tea and take care of other momentatry morning needs, but i honestly think he wouldn't leave the damp wood of the deck for the wet grass.

I was in a snit most of yesterday, but i did reach outto a nearby landscaping company to see if they were interested in prepping the orchard for seeding. It's weeks for the seed to germinate after we get the ground worked up: i'm going to be much slower at working up the ground than a professional will be. So, fingers crossed that i can find someone who can spread the necessary phosphate and lime and organic matter, till it in, and rake it into a nice seed bed quickly.

The buckwheat, while providing a visual ground cover of green dotted with white blossoms, really doesn't do much when it comes to puppy feet. Cleaning clumps of clay will be on the to do list for months.

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(no subject) [Jul. 31st, 2018|11:41 am]
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AARRGGHHHH.

OK, starting with the good: yesterday evening my folks brought over more tomatoes and okra, and we hosted them in the back yard. More debriefing on the Florida family followed. Christine commented on how much more comfortable they seemed outside. I'm not sure why that's true, but i think they are. Even at their own home. So we had a lovely visit with them, and i served some previously dried okra and tomatoes with the drinks. There was some distraction from the hoverflies that hovered around us, and - good heavens - the damp damp weather feeds a somewhat fetid underscent. Still, i look forward to more pleasant weather and an established sward and more visits with family outside.

"Gardeners, therefore, sometimes use companion plants to attract hoverflies. Those reputed to do so include alyssum, Iberis umbellata, statice, buckwheat, chamomile, parsley, and yarrow." -- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoverflies


Given that we were surrounded by buckwheat in bloom, the hoverflies are apparently to be expected. I hope they are ones that eat aphids.

As a side note, Mom has forgotten what a dehydrator is and how it works.

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Annoyance yesterday: after getting a bunch of brush ready to chip, i went to start the chipper. First pull on the starter, i see some leaves - presumably attached to a branch -- slide into the hopper. Next pull is tough, and then no pulls are possible.

Lesson learned: make sure the hopper is clear at the end of chipping and before chipping.

I'll have to take the hopper off and fish around to find the branch and get it out of the way. Bother.

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Annoyance today: somehow the signal on the wifi hotspot attached to our modem went south. Fortunately we had another hotspot. Just by chance my iPad was on that hotspot. So i was flummoxed for a long bit trying to figure out why they were different (and what was wrong with my work machine). Christine touched some things which we realize affected the antennas and now it's kind of back to normal. HOURS ON THIS.

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Another annoyance: i've picked out flower seeds for the orchard -- some are selected for ecosystem services such as accumulating nutrients or attracting friendly bugs (hoverflies, say), others because they are pretty or rugged. I'd found some really good deals on bulk seed, but i began to be suspicious at how good the deals were. Feh. Turns out the company has many complaints. I decided to look for other vendors. One plant i had found at the notorious outsidepride site was the beautifully blue and low growing Gentiana acaulis. PrairieMoon.com and EverWilde.com are the vendors i've found with bulk seed quantities appropriate for ground covers. If anyone has any other recommendations, i'm happy to hear them.

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(no subject) [Jul. 30th, 2018|07:00 am]
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Saturday i took Betsy the Patriot Chipper out for a run, the first since sharpening her blades. There's a catcher bag that provides a good way to measure how much work one has done. I've used it without the bag, but the chips come out with such force a bit of ground gets polished, and it's hard to collect the chips up again.

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It's raining again. I wonder if i should pick the corn the first chance i have: the fore cast is so wet. But at least the monotony of the previous tend days of scattered thunderstorms have been broken up. It's now heavy thunderstorms, thunderstorms, PM thunderstorms, and more scattered thunderstorms.

Well, if i had rain barrels at this point, they have long been filled. My sister's place, that i saw last night, needed rain. Hmph.

We went over to see her, partly so she could vent to me about family stuff and spare everyone else. She went down to be with my parents at my grandfather's wife's L--'s funeral. Christine walked Carrie as i heard about how my sister was bit by my aunt J--'s dog just as she was going to bed Friday night. Sister L's got a puncture wound that has bled a good bit, but is clearly inflamed, and i'm happy to know she's seeing a doctor today. Family dramas were shared, i don't think i can make this clearCollapse )

I realize that some of the relationships i think of as new -- my aunt's marriage, my grandfather's marriage -- aren't that new. It's just i was so distant from extended family while we were in California, that the married in families seem to be strangers. It doesn't help that my aunt's husband has nothing to recommend him other than providing for my aunt, my grandmother's husband has nothing to recommend him other than somehow pleasing my grandmother, and my grandfather's wife, apparently a lovely woman, was married to my grandfather who was truly awful to my mother and her sister in his last years.

I'll be seeing them all in a couple months when i'm in Orlando for a conference.

Other weekend notes:
* Butterflies in the orchard doting on the buckwheat, drinking from the bare clay, getting salt off my sweaty shirt left on the deck rail.
* Trip to north Raleigh to see Christine's friend M--, who may no longer be separated from his wife -- drama at work there.
* Trip to Silk Hope to pick up two red mulberry trees for the orchard and a nice visit with the permaculture dude who sold them to me. His squash were grown under shade cloth in his hoop house and didn't have any mildew.

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A week of ... i'm not sure [Jul. 28th, 2018|06:00 pm]
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We've had plenty of rain this week, with that link going to a view of the spreadsheet where i am tracking my readings. I looked at my measurements and compared to average rain fall by month for the county: if i recall, this month and May have had average amounts of rain, and the other months were quite dry. This has inspired me to review my plan for rain collection. I discovered IBC totes: 275 and 330 gal containers used to ship liquids. Craiglist for the area lists them, not as cheaply as in other areas, but the project will end up being less expensive than what i was originally planning with much more capacity. And potentially more aesthetic, unless i simply paint them black.

At some point (Monday?) we bought me a new chair for my personal desk. It had had a $25 Craig's List chair that was adequate. We took Carrie to the dog park, and then continued into Staples, where i picked out a chair on sale. Turns out it was no longer at that sale price, but the manager honored the tag even though there was tiny print delineating the dates for the sale.

I had back pain off and on.

I had therapy, which was a short session because i just didn't have that much to say. The conclusion was i am doing well off the SSRI (as of Jul 21st). The week before had had roller coaster qualities between family visit, new fence work, losing internet access, and Grecie's death. Also, a long stretch of grey skies, which probably triggered my SAD. One thing i had observed is that i was buying more stuff. Not junk, but things like a chair so i will enjoy working at my photography desk and a new sewing machine so i would actually sew. The grief and the recovery from the drama of the previous week makes judging the drug's absence hard. For example, the lack of journaling and some other behaviors don't please me, but at the end of the week, when i got some bright light, i seemed to be getting back to myself.

The week had enough of its own drama: the crew working on the fence install Thursday and Friday triggered some trust issues and one of them smoked. Ugh. I've only found one cigarette butt so far, and they aren't done so i recognize they might have some clean up planned.... Still, ugh.

On the other hand, the area is enclosed and Carrie can run wild! And dig. She's going to become brick red. Insert worries about the fescue getting established in September, here. Carrie chased Edward in her exuberance and Edward ran -- this was not good and took the blush of the delight.

If you leave a watermelon in a dark closet for a month it isn't that delicious when you get around to eating it. Good compost, though.

I removed many of the trombonicino squash leaves today and sprayed with copper in hopes of staving off the worst of the powdery mildew. It's incredibly humid, which encourages the mildew growth. I trust new leaves will be put forth. I don't know if the fruit growth will stop or what, but the ground has a chance of drying out without the canopy of leaves, as well.

Dad and Mom dropped off Roma tomatoes and okra before they drove to Florida for my step-grandmother's funeral. I've used the dehydrator to put up some of both (two trays each before drying). Food tastes really good when its just out of the dehydrator.

In one of the recent showers, a stunted corn stalk fell over, so i picked its small ear and -- oh my, it has beautiful color! https://photos.app.goo.gl/UGax9tc47sRX2UR29 I need to look for the photo of the seed i planted. I can't believe all the ears will be as consistently garnet hued as this one, but it's pretty impressive if they are.

It turns out that the meteorological definition of "shower" has more accumulated precipitation per hour than "rain", but a shower will be of much more limited duration. The next ten days call for "scattered thunderstorms."

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(no subject) [Jul. 24th, 2018|07:05 am]
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We grieve. My sister's cat of eighteen years passed on Sunday. I sent a food gift to my step-grandmother's daughters along with my condolences for their loss.

The weather is so odd. I understand the west has had a heat wave this month, but it's been remarkably mild. And this weekend we had rain, over 2 inches. Yesterday in the late afternoon we had another half inch in a fifteen minute downpour. I went out and looked at the overflowing rain garden, which was not sized for this much rain.

I've just spent time revisiting my sizing for rain barrels. I was trying to find a sweet spot for cost per gal. In the "barrel" scale, smaller can be cheaper because less water requires less strength. Then, getting larger, at some point the big tanks drop down to the less than the cost per gal of a 55 gal drum. Given the rain patterns for this summer, inches of rain then weeks without, the larger tanks now look reasonable. I think i could talk my Dad into going to a regional agri-supply store with his trailer, and we could avoid a shipping charge.

I've binged on Netflix's Defenders miniseries. I enjoyed it, particularly how the lives of "sidekicks" were examined. The discussions between sidekicks about their role in saving lives were as engaging as the rest of the drama. I think, too, i wouldn't be able to take large doses of any of the hero characters so the ensemble worked for me. Working together dynamics seem likely to be more engaging than individual angst. On the other hand, i am a little curious about Jessica Jones. Her character development wasn't that developed. (Most of the "development" had to do with Luke Cage and Daredevil, it seemed to me.) Jessica was just bleak. What is a series focused on her like?

We have resolved to cut down the Rose of Sharon and apple tree in front of the house. The apple tree seems pretty rotten, and rehabilitating it is hard given the brutal "topping" it received. And it seems the trunk has rotted away at the ground level half way around. (Which might be why it was topped? As a hope that it wouldn't fall over?) The Rose of Sharon has a "multi stemmed trunk" -- many branches radiate out from its base. The central one was dead, and easily fell when i tested it over the weekend. Ants came welling out of the trunk in protest. The remaining branches all lean out and some split with last winter's snows. I'm wondering if we cut it low in the winter if new sprouts would form. Perhaps then it could be kept a little smaller and less sprawling, giving us some more seasons? I cut the lilac back hard last year, and this spring it seemed pleasant.

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(no subject) [Jul. 20th, 2018|09:24 pm]
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We will miss our Greycie Loo.

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I've thought much over bringing Greycie home the first day, remembering the sweet nips from that ride home -- she gave gentle nips to me (to us) to get our attention up until very recently.

https://elainegrey.livejournal.com/1213198.html This entry about Greycie joining us illustrates that we hadn't decided on the spelling early on.

I think of how Greycie Loo bridged our cat communities: she joined us after GreyBrother died, but she knew GreyBeard and Mr M, and she knew Edward and Luigi.

We will so miss her.

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Two steps forward, one back [Jul. 18th, 2018|02:32 pm]
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I took the day off to spend a little time with my brothers family and do some yard stuff. Turns out the fence guys could do today as well. So I left the house with my sister's son W at530am and met up with my dad and brother's son Z at Harris Sharon lake 6 am. Calm mirrorlike lake, mist rising to the clearing clouds. Great blue herons were fishing along with the boys. W caught a 14 inch bass. I simply enjoyed the bird calls, the light on the trees and Water and the company. I left the lake at 9. 
I got home just as the fence guys showed up. We hadn't Quite communicated Well, so I wasn't expecting them but it was OK.  Until they broke the phoneline.
Christine spent well over an hour trying to get a repair in a timely manner. Tuesday is the best they can do.
So- no internet AND the fence we had is down so carrie can only go out on leash.
I think I will go see what I can ri g. It's tempting to try and splice the line myself.
Tonight is dinner out with the clan.

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Avacados [Jul. 17th, 2018|01:59 pm]
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Did we really need to brand West Indies type avocados as SlimCados? I am happy to see them commercially after Hurricane Andrew, but ... slimcado? Why not use actual cultivar names?

And for the folks who disdain the West Indies type avocados, i don't get the indignation. Do they get bent out of shape over plantains? Do they expect granny smith apples to taste like golden delicious?

Treating Haas avocados as THE avocado is like treating Dwarf Cavendish as THE banana. All Dwarf Cavendish and all Haas and all Golden Delicious are each clones. If some virus or fungus or whatever becomes particularly deadly, we could loose all commercial Cavendish bananas. Haas could go the same way. Admittedly, i've no idea if avocado trees are more robust than bananas, or if bananas have some particularly virulent agents.

Back to West Indies type avocados, i grew up with them. My grandmother lived in Homestead Florida, and her second husband ran some of the large commercial farms. When we saw them, they would bring or have the large avocados and gleaned field ripened tomatoes. With the addition of bread, salt, pepper, and lime juice we would have delicious sandwiches. We didn't have guac made from them, but cubes tossed in salads.

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Not a great Monday, hoping for a better Tuesday [Jul. 17th, 2018|08:42 am]
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Christine is overwhelmed by care concerns for Greycie, a stack of triggers from Edward finding a copperhead snake yesterday while she was home alone, carrying out an execution (snake), and the so called elephant in the room. Caring for her early morning overwhelm had me running late to work, and it carried well into the workday.

If you are curious about the snake, it's documented at iNaturalist in its dead state. I now have motivation to get the shovels sharpened. And possibly buy a wide hoe (maybe from https://roguehoe.com/large-hoe/). Christine didn't choose the hoe because it would require too much precision.

Which reminds me that i was lawn mower shopping, some time of which was wasted due to me thinking i should be able to find max mowing heights of 6 inches. Frittered time on that.

Saturday i dug up about ten feet of potatoes. It's hard to decided how productive types were because of the wet, cold spring and my too-deep potato trenches. As i dug, i mixed in biochar from one layer of covering spuds, not seeing any evidence of the stilt grass straw i buried. Both earthworms and the predatory worm snakes (Carphophis amoenus) turned up: i don't think i injured any (especially as i was being careful not to injure the russets and purple potatoes).

Sunday evening, while Christine was stiff with coping with snake trauma, we hosted my brothers family at a Durham Bulls game. We indulged in great seats, and the home team provided drama with a come-from-behind win at the end. I made an attempt at scoring the game, partly to demonstrate the fading art to the kids. kids and familyCollapse )

This morning i'm feeling a little more balanced. It's the last week of taking any Sertraline in my very long taper started in April.Read more...Collapse )

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Picky eaters R us [Jul. 16th, 2018|12:10 pm]
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I've just spent time looking at lots of menus for my extended family which includes four folks with religious restrictions on pork, two folks with alpha-gal, one person with a nut allergy, one pescetarians, and one vegetarian who will have limited seafood. That addresses proteins: it doesn't deal with nut allergies and aversions to certain ingredients.

I'm pretty sure the tag "vegetarian friendly" in the search engine i was using should be relabeled as "has vegetarian options." I have seen menus where it truly is vegetarian friendly. My favorite menus do things like list the optional proteins that can be added to salads, and other notes about substitutions and other changes. Those menus made me feel welcome.

I know many folks have diet-exhaustion, and if they have to adapt to one more dietary constraint they will ... whatever. But they don't begin to be as exhausted as the people who have to search the menu, look for warning signs, risk physical repercussions or existential* repercussions. The menus that indicate the restaurateur is truly welcoming of all patrons are a delight. Truly hospital and welcoming.

*Violating religious and other ethical dietary restrictions have significant repercussions that should not be sneered at.

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Summer Saturday, with drama and allergies [Jul. 14th, 2018|07:59 am]
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Have i complained about the drama that is my brother's family's visit? If not, just know it is drama. In Friday's episode, Dad is at his limit of dealing with my mother's meltdowns. (I mentioned he ran away from home last Saturday?) My sister went over to their place early to attempt to detox the situation, i went over with Carrie in time to arrive a bit after my brother did. He's recovering from some surgery of the mouth and was avoiding percosets and thus was having to cope with pain. Carrie needed to run, so we all ended up sitting under the (youngish) pecan tree in their pasture, with Elijah the horse drinking lite beer out of my cupped hand, Carrie racing around like a crazy think, and the rest of us having a long relaxing bit of chatting.

Mom couldn't remember what fireflies were called, but was delighted when she noticed them. She said she hadn't seen them for a long time. I note that they have fewer than we do. I assume the large pasture mono-culture of bahaia grass is not conducive.

I also notice how sandy their soil is: they live in a triassic basin, stretchmarks on the continent. My sister L, just across the Haw river has great soil -- because it's so rocky and no one could farm it to death. Me, i'm pretty sure the topsoil long washed away with poor farming practices and i'm stuck with clay, clay, and look, more clay! I complain, but it holds water well, so once a plant gets roots in past the brick horizon -- my term for the hard rock-like surface that develops as it dries out -- they don't need that much watering. And i can tell that i am creating happy soil in the garden: it's clearly becoming more crumbly and less clay-clod like.

Today, the drama gets underway with the arrival of my brother's clan on a red eye from California. That just sounds great: a bunch of already rambunctious kids, now sleep deprived. My sister will be taking her kids over as soon as reasonable for cousin time. I will be avoiding the gathering until dinner time.

None of this sounds as drama worthy as i hinted. Especially not the soil digression. The way my mother creates her own stress --she had my father cleaning windows in advance of the arrival, and they fought over the bucket to use -- has a good bit to do with the fact that they have deeply antagonized my brother's wife and that my brother's two youngest kids are perceived to be entitled brats. I will witness that the adopted daughter is a spoiled princess. And all the kids together are somewhere on the tornadic scale of destruction. However, my mother and sister talk about my brother's younger son as if he was a psychopath. My mother worries my brother's sons will take advantage of my sister's daughter. This seems rather over the top to me.

Inhale. Exhale.

Also, sneeze and sniffle. Something has overpowered the Allegra to give me allergies.

Meanwhile, i really ought to go dig potatoes and fix the chipper. The flashlight plus magnet on a stick revealed that the screw is NOT in the area between the plate and the housing wall that is too narrow for the magnet to fit. Thank heavens for small wins.

I did try the sewing machine last night: i am delighted with it. Yes, my old machine is probably more rugged: this machine clearly has much more plastic. On the other hand, this machine is much more quiet and much lighter, so i can imagine it being less of a production to get it out and (more importantly) put it up.

I think my first work will be to overcast the edge of some rags made out of stretch corduroy from old pants. I've been using them as disposable rags recently but they seem to have great absorbancy and a wonderfully soft texture. If i can keep them from shedding the little cordoroy plush bits, i think they'd make good rags for a longer term. (Oh, they might make good liners for my tea tray despite clearly showing the tea stains.) The next project that isn't mending will be to finish a scarf printed with one of my California flower images. Then i have tea towels and matching produce bags on the list as Christmas gifts. I'm planning on printing up the fabric with a repeating image of colorful corn kernels. I'm hoping i can adjust the image so distortions from the cob curvature and camera perspective are removed. If not that, i will go take a picture of our giant chicken sculpture, Alice.

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Little notes from Tuesday Morning [Jul. 13th, 2018|01:21 pm]
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In preparation for my brother's family's visit--Typhoon N, let's say--i have ordered fluorescent paint and black light flashlights, purchased Joy and corn syrup. I'm hoping fluorescent bubbles this will be fun for the kids. At the worst, it will be fun for me. [The flashlights arrived. I missed the battery requirements, which are manageable but a missed point in my cost calculations. The flashlights are also a little flaky.]

The same order included a toroidal magnet on a telescoping handle with LED lights through the magnet. This illuminated magnet-on-a-stick is essentially the suggested solution to my dropped screw (along with taking the hopper off to try a different opening to the chipper-shredder housing). Christine "I do not want to be a farmer" went and cut down more autumn olive yesterday so i have a growing pile of chippables awaiting me. She doesn't want to be a farmer (or landscaper or forester) right up until the moment she sees something that displeases her, and then she wants to fix it. Right Then.

In the evening we saw a doe grazing on the buckwheat with fireflies flashing around her. I realize that my view of garden and yard from my work desk is a pleasure denied her: one of the irritating things about this house is a paucity of windows. She was sad when she reflected that we would be preventing the deer from grazing in the same area in the future; i was watching the efficiency of the deer's dining and was thinking how quickly my chestnut seedlings would disappear in her maw. We haven't cleared the area off the back porch yet. Currently "the thicket" is between the mossy glade and the the orchard area. I noted that i plan to make that a very deer friendly area. As friendly as we can with Carrie inside the orchard. Admittedly Carrie is a remarkable canine and seems delighted to spend her nights on the hassock including watching TV with us, her days on the bed, and then between 5 and 8 pm she wants to run around. I hope the orchard area will bring her more stimulation.

I bought a sewing machine. My current one was given to me for babysitting my sister when she was ... one? So the machine is just under forty years old. I may regret buying a new one. If this new lighter machine is not particularly outstanding compared to the old one, i may just return it. I'm currently feeling guilty for not choosing to tune up the old one. But if i don't use the old one because of noise and clumsiness, there's no point either way. Anyhow. Consumer culture, me.

This morning is yet again cool -- but not as dry. Indeed, "68°F, Feels like 78°" (20°C, Feels like 26°)* I opened the windows for a bit, but could sense the dampness. Ugh.


* Every time i reload the weather page the "Feels like" calculation bounces up and down, as if the system can't get a read on just how humid it is. I think it might be some function of the actual humidity being higher than the predicted humidity.... How odd. I want my own weather station.

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(no subject) [Jul. 9th, 2018|06:26 am]
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Greycie Loo is doing well, all things considered. She's getting around the house, and the Sunday afternoon appetite stimulant (mirtazapine) had her eating a good bit. I wish it worked longer, although it's scary how well it does work. She lacks any appetite after the stimulant wears off. Her next dose in Tuesday. (It had been every three days.)

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Yesterday, elephants were around all day.

The weather, however, was divine, and i spent a great deal of time outside. I recognize that no matter how comfortable, i don't do well in direct sun. Fortunately we have plenty of shady bits. We'd had 1.8" of rain in the previous 36 hours. And then this cold front moved in with dry air. Highs in the mid 80s, lows below 60! (29.1 °C to 16.4 °C) Incredible! Unfortunately, i used all my spoons before it was dry enough to mow. The temptation to take some time off this morning is huge.

I mostly weeded, sometimes carefully around existing pepper plants and brassicas (ravaged by critters), sometimes more of a total clear out. I pondered as i pulled that i should sharpen all my tools. My dad says he just takes his sharpened square shovel and scrapes down between rows. I've put so many small branches down between rows as mulch & mud stabilizer i think scraping would be a bit more complicated. I put leaves from some of the bearsfoot (Smallanthus uvedalius) and stickweed (Verbesina occidentalis). Both of these are very tall cousins of sunflowers, with the same thick hollow stem and massive leaves. Instead of annuals, though, they are perennials. Perhaps more like sunchokes with their tuberous roots. In general, i like them as pollinator plants, but realizing that i could use them as mulch solved a little problem.

The chipper's guidance says to sharpen after every six hours of use, which i figured i'd managed.
Then i dropped a screw down in the chipper when i was taking the blades off to sharpen. The blades seem very sharp still, so that makes it all the more annoying. That took a little off the day, plus a sense of malaise briefly described as my guts being in knots.

I'm giving up on any new harvests from the garden other than all the potatoes i need to dig up. The deer have it this year; next year i'm putting up temporary deer fencing, and using staples to make sure rabbits can't get in either. I might get some squash -- it looks like these plats are out stripping the nibble effect. And i think there will be peanuts... OK, i'm not giving up.

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(no subject) [Jul. 7th, 2018|11:12 am]
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We woke to the sound of a nice steady rain. What luxury! Carrie was on her bed beside the bed and stayed after i stirred. I said hello to Greycie Loo on the porch, and she was inside curled up next to Christine the next time i looked. The boy-os sprawled at the foot of the bed.

Rain fell.

It was good.

We finally have a diagnosis for Greycie Loo. Cancer details and grumbles.Collapse ) She has s few months at best. We'll enjoy her company as long as she is comfortable in giving it to us.

We have a new removable plate waffle maker, and i just tried making grilled cheese in it. Next time i'll stay within a single waffle instead of using the center. Much of the pimento cheese spread went spilling out, which is why i would have never attempted this in our old waffle maker. Next experiment will be to make Almojábanas (Colombian Cheese Bread) in it. (Gluten free decadence.) I have another gluten free recipe i like with either creamed corn or pumpkin adding moist tenderness. I hope to make that a little more often as a way to increase my gluten free options for sandwiches and similar nibbles.

Belgian waffles, not gluten free, were how we initiated use of the iron: they were wonderful, even if from a mix.

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(no subject) [Jul. 5th, 2018|09:17 am]
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We did our best to relax yesterday. Christine put aside her e-commerce headaches and lugged a large log to mount our "Go this way " sign so people might go counter clockwise around the driveway "circle." The problem is that the "circle" is a tilted tear drop, so as one drives towards the house, the counter clockwise direction requires one to veer right as opposed to straight ahead. I don't think people are going to follow the driving direction, especially since Christine herself often goes straight.

I'm not excited at the idea of posting all the controlling signs Christine wants: yellow reflector strips to draw attention to the "go this way" sign, no hunting, no soliciting, no concealed firearms or other guns, etc. She actually took down the welcome sign on the front door in a fit of honesty. She doesn't really welcome people to the front door.

I spent time with my parents, letting Carrie race around in their pasture. I also went to hang out for dinner and a family gathering at my sister's, wherein i had an awkward conversation with my sister's sister-in-law (she wants my landscaping ideas, i need to write and explain how i don't exactly landscape) and with my sister's brother-in-law (Elon Musk is his hero; he's probably working on Volvo's self driving trucks and my off side comment about robots taking jobs didn't impress him).


Thinking about Carrie in my parent's pasture, i wonder if our orchard area will be big enough for her to get a good run.

I also worry i want too many trees than can fit. Tree sex demands are annoying. Apples need pollinators and there's complicated considerations of which tree clones can pollinate other tree clones due to when they bloom and other details. Seedling chestnuts and seedling pawpaws just need a pollination partner. I could get female red mulberry clones, but the fruit would be seedless, defeating my plan to be the epicenter of native mulberries spreading through the woods. I need a red mulberry male. I haven't delved too deeply into the issues around native persimmons, but it looks like one needs a pollinator. I'm thinking i will crowd some plants, growing two or three close together, maximizing pollination and minimizing foot print. It sounds like some folks will graft male branches on female trees for fruit that needs that sort of pollination.

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I dreamed i was laid off last night in an auditorium-like setting, and i slapped the person who gave me notice.


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Happy news! [Jul. 4th, 2018|07:47 am]
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Greycie seems to be perking up. The boost in prednisone helps and we have an appetite stimulant pill. Hopefully a virtuous circle of feeling better and eating will get in motion. I suspect i won't see her tail get back to its normal carriage and motion: one mass is on her lower spine and i expect it is what limits her control of her tail. It is hard to see it dragging behind her. But she has been vocal and moved around with some speed: it's such a joy.

We had a bad bout of elephants in the late evening yesterday. It followed my reading of a memoir of someone's homeless days (see below). That followed my conversation with a "retired" colleague. I found it wasn't exactly a retirement, which stirred up my bile at the layoffs and firing that happened last week. It certainly feels wrong.

I am glad to have today off as i need the rest, and look forward to some family time. I grow to question the American foundation myth--more than questioning when it comes to the issue of slavery--and the violence of the revolution, but i value the ideals of the Declaration of Independence. I'm not sure what that comes to with respect to "celebrating." Perhaps i can write some letters arguing various policies of state and trade have impact on immigration that i have had on my mind.

I hope those of you who have the day off have the joy of it and those of you who celebrate Independence Day can use that energy to promote the ideals of the experiment.


Everett, Mik. Self-Published Kindling: Memoirs of a Homeless Bookstore Owner. Unknown Press, 2013.

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Price, E. “Laziness Does Not Exist.” E Price (blog), March 23, 2018. https://medium.com/@dr_eprice/laziness-does-not-exist-3af27e312d01 .

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Orchard work! [Jul. 2nd, 2018|11:17 am]
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One thing i did this weekend was fiddle with images i'd taken of the orchard area. Since i use the panoramic feature on the phone, the images aren't nearly as consistent, image to image, as i would like -- distortions due to wobbly sweeps etc. But, i think they're close enough to make some judgement regarding clearing progress. On the other hand, the seasonal changes and the different light exposures really make comparisons hard.


A cycle of panoramic scenes of our orchard-to-be area from early February through late June 2018
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