Author Archives: Alison

Ickysucky Day

Ickysucky Day

Hyperemotional. Maybe it’s a paxil withdrawal thing. Maybe it’s hormones. Maybe it’s the old ADD emotions finally set free from Paxil. Whatever, I could do with a lot fewer days when tears are the first reaction to any setback. Too old for that shit. As they say.

At least the guy at the Toyota dealership knew I was serious that the seatbelt was broken, and wasn’t “fixed” by taking it apart and putting it back together. New one will be installed tomorrow, and I’ll get the nails that were ruined by the jammed seatbelt repolished next week. I can deal with the bumps and smudges until then.

The Woodchip Chronicles, part 1

The Woodchip Chronicles, part 1

OK, so when we got the trees taken down, I asked the tree guys to leave the chips for mulch.  then they asked me if I wanted more, and I said yes.  this was a good thing until I threw my back out, and I was left with scraggly gardens and a huge pile of wood chips in the driveway.  Here begins the saga of the wood chips, post-good-chiropractor-finding:

The pile. . .

 

Where the chips that used to be there went. . .

 

 

Pond Pictures!!!

Pond Pictures!!!

I have to pat myself on the back here – I’ve done a lot of landscaping changes without spending money, just moving plants around.  It helps to have been gardening long enough to know which plants can be hacked apart to make new ones, and which ones make roots from cuttings. . .all that stuff. 

The cats, of course, think I put the pond up just so they could have running water to drink from.  And a lovely place to pose and show off their natural beauty.  Witness Calvin:

 

But here’s a bit more of the plantings around the pond, stuff that was installed and grew, and stuff I’ve added:

 

 

I tried to get the fish to pose, but they weren’t as co-operative as the cat.