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thanateThis is not what our cardinals sound like, but there is some overlap. (Also, I think I confused her woodpeckerness by playing loud birdcalls from inside the house.) Someone's doing the "weep-weep-weep" noise right now, in fact, and I applaud his carrying on in the face of the heat out there. I turned on the a/c at 9:30 this morning, which is never a good sign; I only set the unit to cool to 80 degrees at minimum.
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grauwulf had a rough weekend dealing with the fallout from an idiot ex-renter in SC, while I stayed here and felt a bit gloomy about it. If he'd been off having fun, that's one thing, but knowing he was off dealing with miserableness I couldn't help set me on edge. It's a good thing I didn't go, though, as one of the contract violations was that the guy blatantly smoked in the house, to the point that most of the stuff grauwulf took with him for the weekend is now exiled to the porch to detox, so I would have had to spend the whole time in a hotel being utterly useless anyway. Instead, I stayed home, listened to half an audiobook while hemming new shifts for pennsic, and dug up daffodils.
The addition is close enough to in sight (probably... there's still the SC house & the bank to square with each other) that it was time to tear up Fanny's back garden, which at this point consists of nothing but a sad forsythia bush and several thousand daffodils. (not kidding) I got to use the exciting garden claw tool that I co-opted out of my grandparents' garage, which everyone else thought ought to be featured in a horror film. (I looked at it and said, "what a great dirt-moving tool!" Clearly archaeology has warped my brain.) I didn't turn up a lot besides daffodils and roots, but there were a couple rusty nails and bits of broken glass, a small fragment of ceramic, and a marble that looks almost like the one in the story I just wrote. So I saved that.
I've now got about 2/3 of a 5-gallon flower pot full of bulbs I'm going to try to plant somewhere or other on the property, and two overflowing 1-gallon pots to give the neighbor across the street, and I've also reassigned a bunch of the topsoil to keep a little more water in the gardeny edges along the downhill fenceline; we'll see how well that works if we actually get some of the maybe-rain that's forecast for this afternoon or tonight. Otherwise, I may have to get out the hose to settle the dirt and figure out where I need to put more of it. (or, I may just go with what I've got, since it's supposed to be absurdly hot out for the forseeable future [[ten day forecast]] and I don't want to go out in it.)
I found a cute little worm snake in the leaf pile, though, and didn't inadvertently chop it up, so that's nice. Yay wildlife!
Now I should go off and do some of those useful things I keep meaning to get around to.
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grauwulf had a rough weekend dealing with the fallout from an idiot ex-renter in SC, while I stayed here and felt a bit gloomy about it. If he'd been off having fun, that's one thing, but knowing he was off dealing with miserableness I couldn't help set me on edge. It's a good thing I didn't go, though, as one of the contract violations was that the guy blatantly smoked in the house, to the point that most of the stuff grauwulf took with him for the weekend is now exiled to the porch to detox, so I would have had to spend the whole time in a hotel being utterly useless anyway. Instead, I stayed home, listened to half an audiobook while hemming new shifts for pennsic, and dug up daffodils.The addition is close enough to in sight (probably... there's still the SC house & the bank to square with each other) that it was time to tear up Fanny's back garden, which at this point consists of nothing but a sad forsythia bush and several thousand daffodils. (not kidding) I got to use the exciting garden claw tool that I co-opted out of my grandparents' garage, which everyone else thought ought to be featured in a horror film. (I looked at it and said, "what a great dirt-moving tool!" Clearly archaeology has warped my brain.) I didn't turn up a lot besides daffodils and roots, but there were a couple rusty nails and bits of broken glass, a small fragment of ceramic, and a marble that looks almost like the one in the story I just wrote. So I saved that.
I've now got about 2/3 of a 5-gallon flower pot full of bulbs I'm going to try to plant somewhere or other on the property, and two overflowing 1-gallon pots to give the neighbor across the street, and I've also reassigned a bunch of the topsoil to keep a little more water in the gardeny edges along the downhill fenceline; we'll see how well that works if we actually get some of the maybe-rain that's forecast for this afternoon or tonight. Otherwise, I may have to get out the hose to settle the dirt and figure out where I need to put more of it. (or, I may just go with what I've got, since it's supposed to be absurdly hot out for the forseeable future [[ten day forecast]] and I don't want to go out in it.)
I found a cute little worm snake in the leaf pile, though, and didn't inadvertently chop it up, so that's nice. Yay wildlife!
Now I should go off and do some of those useful things I keep meaning to get around to.
Experimentally cross-posty from dreamwidth. Comments encouraged in either location.