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Yup, still here --
When I can’t remember the last time I’ve written, it’s been too long.
My sisters are here, as well as my 16-year-old nephew. He’s taking an expensive week-long workshop in creating computer games (it seems to be teaching him how to model 3-D characters on computers) and my sisters are using it as an excuse to drive down and terrorize me.
They’ve never visited since I’ve lived in Texas, and I’ve lived here 25 years. Correction – K visited one spring break (she is an Elementary school teacher) but this is the first time for B, much less her son. They save money on a dorm and air fare for nephew C, they get to visit me and unpack boxes when I’m not looking or am working on a client or a web site, they don’t nag when I suddenly collapse for a while, they seem to be getting used to the fact that sometimes my mind is a razor and sometimes it’s a cheap steak knife – in other words, we’re dealing. C thinks he's died and gone to heaven, with all these books, most of which he hasn't read. I told him he and his sister D would inherit them, just go through and find the signed and first editions, don't just dump them on the curb. He was crawling over the inflated bed to another stack, and said "I'm not getting rid of any of them!"
Yes, I've worked hard to infect this kid with books, and I'm very proud of my work.
They haven’t played enough. But as B told me “This isn’t my mess. I can ignore it any time I want to!” Tomorrow I want to take them to the Harley store to get a tee-shirt for B, and to a few fun places like Tesoros Trading Co and Clarksville Pottery (local very nice gift shop) and to see the Bat colony under the Congress Street bridge – we haven’t planned beyond that. Maybe just goofing off in the pool, which has recovered from its near-brush with death. (No more listening to pool men with “theories.” Turns out the deterioration of the sides of the pool may be what ups the stabilization, and we should just deal with it, drain a bit of water, etc. until we’re budgeted to resurface.) Sisters have sacrificed to visit -- I hear it's gorgeous up in northern Indiana right now. We are melting here. Any suggestions about what to do? B's husband told her to go to the music bars. We took them by Artz for BBQ and music, but aren't most venues still smoking venues? None of us can handle that,
The tomatoes are on life support, except for the Snow White cherry style. I may have to take in a leaf for a diagnosis. Finally admitted defeat, called Natural Gardener and the nice guy on the phone admitted that his family’s container tomatoes weren’t too happy, either. That massive rain nailed everyone's gardens. All his heritage have already died (except Snow White, which I think it is a new version of an old heritage strain) so I’m one up on him, mine are alive, if very sad. He said not to bother foliage feeding – tomatoes don’t care for it, moist leaves annoy them. Unfortunately, the few tomatoes I have right now are probably it, because once the nights don’t drop below 80, the plants won’t set fruit. He’s starting seedlings in July for fall. I was going to try and slowly transplant the baby Brandywines RF gave me, get strong root stock on them, and then stick them out there and see how they do.
Wouldn’t it be wild if I cut off the top of all the tomatoes, nurse them through July and August, and they take off again? ;^) It’s possible, I’ve been told.
A big beastie (probably a $#%@ deer) ate half my ripening jaune flamee tomato! Man, we’re talking venison, I’m calling Sof’s Dad . . ..
Bought two Snowfire hibiscus: http://davesgarden.com/pf/showimage/47315/
Not what I was looking for, but I think they will fill the bill. I wanted vivid red, striking, and will be happy in BIG pots. (Not HUGE, but BIG pots!) Also bought two tiny reds I need to transplant tomorrow, they’re in tiny plastic pots and drying out too fast. I’d hate to lose all those great buds!
Writing? Hah! Except I am still scribbling down ideas for two different books whenever I can steal time for myself. I am also making some grammar corrections to the NIGHT CALLS files and sending them one at a time to W’s 92 year-old F-I-L, who is quite enamored of Allie. W likes this – more for M to look forward to, me working book time in, and maybe the books will start to crowd out other things?
(Yes, my sisters are a blessing!)
And webbing – still very behind, lately the brain works well at this hour, but energy doesn’t. But put up a working beta site for a client, and overall she likes the concept. Just a bit o’ tweaking needed on some details. One always likes a happy client! She may even have found me another client, but this one has a Flash site in need of streamlining. I may not be the woman for that job, not doing Flash and not sure I should learn it. But as soon as I draw a deep breath, I’ll go look and see if I can make any valuable suggestions.
I have a convention in ten days. I’ve GOT to rewrite a short story, finish another one, if I can figure out how it ends, and work on that blasted chapter ending. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bevhale is trying to arrange to come early, so we can whip our stories and bodies into shape, as well as clean the sand filter in the pool. (I’ll have a cabana boy AND a cabana girl, what novelty!)
Mike the fix-it man has returned, his wife is home and coping with her loss, and materials are piling up in the side yard, a good sign of framing tomorrow.
I think I’ll do a bit of Tai Chi and try to sleep! ‘Night --
My sisters are here, as well as my 16-year-old nephew. He’s taking an expensive week-long workshop in creating computer games (it seems to be teaching him how to model 3-D characters on computers) and my sisters are using it as an excuse to drive down and terrorize me.
They’ve never visited since I’ve lived in Texas, and I’ve lived here 25 years. Correction – K visited one spring break (she is an Elementary school teacher) but this is the first time for B, much less her son. They save money on a dorm and air fare for nephew C, they get to visit me and unpack boxes when I’m not looking or am working on a client or a web site, they don’t nag when I suddenly collapse for a while, they seem to be getting used to the fact that sometimes my mind is a razor and sometimes it’s a cheap steak knife – in other words, we’re dealing. C thinks he's died and gone to heaven, with all these books, most of which he hasn't read. I told him he and his sister D would inherit them, just go through and find the signed and first editions, don't just dump them on the curb. He was crawling over the inflated bed to another stack, and said "I'm not getting rid of any of them!"
Yes, I've worked hard to infect this kid with books, and I'm very proud of my work.
They haven’t played enough. But as B told me “This isn’t my mess. I can ignore it any time I want to!” Tomorrow I want to take them to the Harley store to get a tee-shirt for B, and to a few fun places like Tesoros Trading Co and Clarksville Pottery (local very nice gift shop) and to see the Bat colony under the Congress Street bridge – we haven’t planned beyond that. Maybe just goofing off in the pool, which has recovered from its near-brush with death. (No more listening to pool men with “theories.” Turns out the deterioration of the sides of the pool may be what ups the stabilization, and we should just deal with it, drain a bit of water, etc. until we’re budgeted to resurface.) Sisters have sacrificed to visit -- I hear it's gorgeous up in northern Indiana right now. We are melting here. Any suggestions about what to do? B's husband told her to go to the music bars. We took them by Artz for BBQ and music, but aren't most venues still smoking venues? None of us can handle that,
The tomatoes are on life support, except for the Snow White cherry style. I may have to take in a leaf for a diagnosis. Finally admitted defeat, called Natural Gardener and the nice guy on the phone admitted that his family’s container tomatoes weren’t too happy, either. That massive rain nailed everyone's gardens. All his heritage have already died (except Snow White, which I think it is a new version of an old heritage strain) so I’m one up on him, mine are alive, if very sad. He said not to bother foliage feeding – tomatoes don’t care for it, moist leaves annoy them. Unfortunately, the few tomatoes I have right now are probably it, because once the nights don’t drop below 80, the plants won’t set fruit. He’s starting seedlings in July for fall. I was going to try and slowly transplant the baby Brandywines RF gave me, get strong root stock on them, and then stick them out there and see how they do.
Wouldn’t it be wild if I cut off the top of all the tomatoes, nurse them through July and August, and they take off again? ;^) It’s possible, I’ve been told.
A big beastie (probably a $#%@ deer) ate half my ripening jaune flamee tomato! Man, we’re talking venison, I’m calling Sof’s Dad . . ..
Bought two Snowfire hibiscus: http://davesgarden.com/pf/showimage/47315/
Not what I was looking for, but I think they will fill the bill. I wanted vivid red, striking, and will be happy in BIG pots. (Not HUGE, but BIG pots!) Also bought two tiny reds I need to transplant tomorrow, they’re in tiny plastic pots and drying out too fast. I’d hate to lose all those great buds!
Writing? Hah! Except I am still scribbling down ideas for two different books whenever I can steal time for myself. I am also making some grammar corrections to the NIGHT CALLS files and sending them one at a time to W’s 92 year-old F-I-L, who is quite enamored of Allie. W likes this – more for M to look forward to, me working book time in, and maybe the books will start to crowd out other things?
(Yes, my sisters are a blessing!)
And webbing – still very behind, lately the brain works well at this hour, but energy doesn’t. But put up a working beta site for a client, and overall she likes the concept. Just a bit o’ tweaking needed on some details. One always likes a happy client! She may even have found me another client, but this one has a Flash site in need of streamlining. I may not be the woman for that job, not doing Flash and not sure I should learn it. But as soon as I draw a deep breath, I’ll go look and see if I can make any valuable suggestions.
I have a convention in ten days. I’ve GOT to rewrite a short story, finish another one, if I can figure out how it ends, and work on that blasted chapter ending. And
bevhale is trying to arrange to come early, so we can whip our stories and bodies into shape, as well as clean the sand filter in the pool. (I’ll have a cabana boy AND a cabana girl, what novelty!)Mike the fix-it man has returned, his wife is home and coping with her loss, and materials are piling up in the side yard, a good sign of framing tomorrow.
I think I’ll do a bit of Tai Chi and try to sleep! ‘Night --