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I'm sorry internet! I meant to make this post sooner -- I know I promised it to you on Friday -- but, well. On Friday I was too damned overwhelmed by the level of kindness and generosity the internet displayed to do much more than start at my paypal account and weep in gratitude. I can not thank you guys enough, or properly express how much it means to me that so many people were willing to help out. Thank you.

Then, on Saturday, I was at my parents' to do laundry and the cable/internet/phone had gone out on the entire street because of some lightning that hit new!neighbor's garage (and blew out all the windows and set things on fire and probably destroyed the wiring in her house*), which also blew out most of the internet-related electronics in my parents' house. So that was down all day and, when it finally worked again, I spent the rest of the time I was there setting up their fancypants new modem/router combo and convincing it to like linux. (I did, however, make massive headway in cleaning out their basement by both throwing things out and sorting things into keep, yardsale, and ebay boxes; I've gone through all my things that I planned on going through, and now I just need to get my sister down there for her things, but that is another entry).)

Yesterday I have no excuse beyond "lazy." BUT TODAY. TODAY I BRING YOU PICTURES OF MY SUCCULENTS. I have no idea what any of these are, except for the aloe plant. If anyone does know, I would not so no to information!

Pictures! )

*I entertained some thoughts of talking to the woman who was selling it, because I'd known her all my life, and asking if she would be open to a rent-to-own deal. Before I did so, it sold. And, let me tell you internet, my first thought on hearing about the lightning was "Oh thank god I was too shy to talk to Nick's mum."

In Which Our Heroine Has a Garden (Sort Of)

  • May. 15th, 2011 at 2:25 PM
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Oh man internet, remember that time I said I'd post about my garden yesterday and instead I ended up starting to clean out my junk from my mum's basement? And remember that time I ended up throwing out* about eight reams of paper from all the way back to ninth grade?

So instead you get it today! AREN'T YOU THE LUCKY ONE.

So, a bit of background: )

So that is how I came to have a container garden. BUT IT WAS NOT ALL EASY. See, my cats were content to leave the weeds that were coming up (from the backyard dirt) well enough along. But the seedlings I planted? Those were fucking delicious. So out I went to get some chicken wire. To protect it.

This is what happened )

And now here come a series of closeups of the garden plants, cataloging my triumphs and failures. For instance, the cat grass? Used to be a sunberry seedling before the god damn cat ate the crap out of it. Any holes in seed leaves that you see are the fault of the god damn cat.

OH GOD SO MANY PICTURES )

So! That there is my garden! Isn't it great? I have learned how to use both macro AND manual focus on my camera (after five years or so), so tomorrow I will post some pictures of the succulents, maybe!

* And by "throwing out" I mean "recycling" but that doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

Awesome Ways to Wake Up

  • May. 13th, 2008 at 11:19 AM
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a list
  1. 20 minutes late to work, and
  2. Finding out the cat puked on your bed sometime during the night

:( I don't think I have enough quarters to do laundry.

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