Putterings: Attempts
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Several incomplete attempts to do a putterings in the last several days.
Of chipmunks & storms - thunder and otherwise.
Weather / Phenology:
[Monday] Our weekend weather was simply perfect. We had sun and warmth and a light breeze.
Now that our cats are no longer allowed to go outside (off leash) the chipmunks have returned in force. We’ve got a couple that like to torment the cats and Boo by hanging out in the abandoned doghouse. It’s a nice home for them, especially considering that it’s only 10’ away from the bird feeders and a lovely, low-lying bath. One intrepid little munk has moved into the shop-vac in R-‘s garage. R- hasn’t yet decided to move him on out.
[Later] We are having a thunderstorm tonight. Just about the time that Ch- and I went out to do the chicken chores, the sky began to drip. I noticed that the plants I didn’t quite get to in my last gardening session were looking very much worse for the neglect. They needed to get into the ground or I would have to throw them out. (4 tomatoes, 2 pumpkins and nine strawberry plants) Despite knowing that I was already running over my daily allotment of “Life” time, I decided to throw them into the last, unamended, garden bed. I set to, working very quickly and sloppily while Ch- sprinkled the finished beds with our wonderful new sprayer. (It has a clicking, on/off trigger and insulation on the grip.)
We both heard the wind coming through the neighborhood from the southwest. We looked at each other and redoubled our efforts to finish our work. A few minutes later, the rain started but it was more drizzle than anything. [I wandered away from the keyboard here.]
Mood Summary:
[Wednesday] Three weeks of highly functional (aka hypomanic) behavior. More than three weeks of living in a damn near perfect environment. I’ve been happy and healthy (except for the allergy thing) for so long that I’d forgotten how devastating my bad-period-days can be - and I haven’t even started bleeding yet.
Today: I desperately need a real bath. Our REAL fridge was delivered this afternoon to claim its rightful home from the usurper fridge that was delivered on Monday. (To be fair, they are nearly identical. The differences are all in the shelving spaces in the door. Everything fits exactly right now.) Because this set of delivery men insisted on a wider path than the first set, my dining room is torn up. They must have set it down on the driveway before bringing it to the house because it came in carrying a couple of cups of sand which the men then tracked all over.
[Thursday] Okay. This has been an interesting several days. Clearly I’ve not posted; nor have I scored for something like three days. It is
Several incomplete attempts to do a putterings in the last several days.
Of chipmunks & storms - thunder and otherwise.
Weather / Phenology:
[Monday] Our weekend weather was simply perfect. We had sun and warmth and a light breeze.
Now that our cats are no longer allowed to go outside (off leash) the chipmunks have returned in force. We’ve got a couple that like to torment the cats and Boo by hanging out in the abandoned doghouse. It’s a nice home for them, especially considering that it’s only 10’ away from the bird feeders and a lovely, low-lying bath. One intrepid little munk has moved into the shop-vac in R-‘s garage. R- hasn’t yet decided to move him on out.
[Later] We are having a thunderstorm tonight. Just about the time that Ch- and I went out to do the chicken chores, the sky began to drip. I noticed that the plants I didn’t quite get to in my last gardening session were looking very much worse for the neglect. They needed to get into the ground or I would have to throw them out. (4 tomatoes, 2 pumpkins and nine strawberry plants) Despite knowing that I was already running over my daily allotment of “Life” time, I decided to throw them into the last, unamended, garden bed. I set to, working very quickly and sloppily while Ch- sprinkled the finished beds with our wonderful new sprayer. (It has a clicking, on/off trigger and insulation on the grip.)
We both heard the wind coming through the neighborhood from the southwest. We looked at each other and redoubled our efforts to finish our work. A few minutes later, the rain started but it was more drizzle than anything. [I wandered away from the keyboard here.]
Mood Summary:
[Wednesday] Three weeks of highly functional (aka hypomanic) behavior. More than three weeks of living in a damn near perfect environment. I’ve been happy and healthy (except for the allergy thing) for so long that I’d forgotten how devastating my bad-period-days can be - and I haven’t even started bleeding yet.
Today: I desperately need a real bath. Our REAL fridge was delivered this afternoon to claim its rightful home from the usurper fridge that was delivered on Monday. (To be fair, they are nearly identical. The differences are all in the shelving spaces in the door. Everything fits exactly right now.) Because this set of delivery men insisted on a wider path than the first set, my dining room is torn up. They must have set it down on the driveway before bringing it to the house because it came in carrying a couple of cups of sand which the men then tracked all over.
[Thursday] Okay. This has been an interesting several days. Clearly I’ve not posted; nor have I scored for something like three days. It is