Head vice

I’ve been out doing garden work for EIGHT hours. Okay, there’s been several sitting breaks (staring at nothing). And one short dinner break, but other than that, it’s been outdoors and either biking until I nearly fainted (when I got back home), or clipping trees, or planting new tomatoes. Pretty sure I am dehydrated from heat and almost no drinking, ‘cept for a tiny ice latte and two glasses of water. Only went to the loo twice all day, and that can’t be good.

Head is killing me, not with a classic headache but one of those that feels like your head is caught in a vice. Less pain, more pressure.  Slightly dizzy. Very tired.



Spent another 5+ hours outside today. Am I turning into some kind of functional gardener?!  Bad news, though; we have a giant lice/aphid infestation. The fruit trees are so covered that half the leaves on the tree are crumbling inward (before dying) from all the lice, and I saw some rosebushes today with the same problem. Haven’t checked our own. I was never good with roses. Learned how to make clippings from them today, though. And from rhododendrons.

Did some digging under the plum tree, and put a handful of year old shoots in a bucket of dirt, to see if they will take root. That might be fun, if they do. Did the same with some red currants, which I know should work, but will take a bit of time either way.  I should really go ham on that in a few months, after berry season is done.  I would really like to do some plant trading with the locals.

black ice white snow

All the snow has half melted, half frozen.  It’s not quite black ice, but it’s solidly frozen slop.  The plowing edges (thanks, google translate) are starting to turn stone hard, and shoveling now is a bad idea.  Someone please knock some sense into my uncle so that he shovels before everything freezes.

On the plus side, I got fed up parking the car half out on the street, being in the way of the snow plow, so I parked the whole thing outside the public high school and left it there.  If we get freezing rain, I’m gonna regret it.  But right now, it feels great to not feel like The Absolute Worst for blocking the plow.  Hopefully it will do another round tonight, but I doubt it.  I would deliver dad’s old car back to him, were it not for the whole “moving house” business going on.  Sometimes I regret being the designated driver.

The icy ground is very shiny. Dangerous ground, heh.  I managed to snap some pictures earlier while the sun was glowing and lighting up some frozen flower branches, but I haven’t checked them out yet.

Catch your own.

My great grandfather lived through world wars and lean times, and so, he knew of hunger and starvation. He knew what it felt like to go without, and when good times of plenty and abundance came back around, he would still not bat an eye at getting your own dinner where you may. Shooting and trapping birds, looking for wild eggs, teaching the boys how to catch their own dinner; all part of the daily life. My father remembers. He likes to tell me sometimes about how they would check the starling(?) nests for eggs and bring some back to him. We are no longer allowed to shoot starlings, and they are a pest to our garden. They didn’t get the currants or plums this summer, but they are still circling over the apple trees. One hour is all they need to ruin a whole crop – tons of apples.


Sometime around 2006, I read a bookseries where the ending was so intense, sad, and incredibly different from where it was “supposed” to go, that I ended up crying throughout the whole night, and woke up sick with horrible cramp-like pains the next day. (They were not really cramps, but located somewhere in proximity to the solar plexus (if I recall correctly… Which I might no longer do)).   I continued waking up sick with this horrible stomach ache every day for the next two months. Then it suddenly ended, two days before I finally got a doctor’s appointment, with no clue as to why.

Every now and then, the morning pains would make an unexpected return; always in the morning, for about 2-4 hours immidiately after waking up.  During the worst of the first few months, I sometimes woke up hours before school started, just so I could lie in bed with the pains running their course, before dragging myself up in time for the first class.

I started some pretty weird (and probably unhealthy) eating habits to prevent these unexplainable pains, as it seemed eating a bunch of food in the evening, especially right before bedtime, eased the ache the next morning. But I never figured out what they were, or what really caused them.

Anyways;  I vaguely recall re-reading the last chapter of the book many years later, and it wasn’t all that bad. It felt like blah fanfiction with a bad twist ending.
Debating whether or not to re-read the whole series again, since I remember loving it up ’til those very last chapters.


Today is officially my first day of moving!  I am terrified.  My packrat/hoarder tendencies make for a lot of junk to go through, and even more stuff.  This heat isn’t making it any easier.  Starting is always the hardest part, so I am starting by clearing out some of the stuff where I’m moving, which is not mine, and thus much easier to handle.  Hopefully the wind outside keeps up, as anything above 25C is death to me without a stiff breeze right in my face.


Just as I punctuated that last part and was about to hit ‘send’, a giant airplane cruised over the house.  Like, right over.  Looked like a war-era transporter, doing a sharp turn right over the hill.  I got a couple of pictures as it sped away, but I wish I could have gotten one of the view from where I was sitting, it was eerily close.


Managed to drag myself onto the floating dock, even without any stairs. (They fell off yesterday). Have only been on one of those a couple times before, when I was a kid.

Seems odd that I should manage to swim out there on such a windy day, when the waves were taller than I am.