Elder Minipeeler decided to spontaneously clean his room today, mainly and noticeably focusing on purging old school stuff. Did a thorough job and I'm very proud of him.
In the meantime Miniest made a carrot cake, with very little intervention from me (gotta make sure the batter actually ends up in the cake tin and less in the mouth lol)
Saturday afternoon is the perfect time for "doing sweet fuck all". This is my recharge time from the work week.
Sunday is for chores etc.
But Saturday afternoon is blissful nothingness.
Also I bought a pair of Carhart pants. The last pair lasted 5ish years. Heavy initial cost, but the saving is significant over time.
Ugh, I hate that feeling when your ears don't pop after a flight... but I'm glad I got some shut eye even though the person next to me had no concept of personal space. I generally avoid night flights for this reason even though flying during the day "wastes time". Good night 😴
I got an art book with recipes for mixing colours. You have no idea what a help that is, and something that I haven’t seen before. It was pure luck I scored that at the op shop.
It’s so fucked you can’t share and archive resources. If it wasn’t a crime I would be a volunteer archivist scanning or photographing rare or important books and uploading them. Just so things don’t disappear when they go out of print and physical copies dwindle.
I’ve also missed out on getting the Morpho books because I didn’t want to click a random link on social media to download them and now they’ll be gone off the Internet Archive.
Decided to take my (SILs) bike on the scenic foreshore front beach path back home from the shops. Usually don't do that as people (and kids / dogs) are a bit all over the place. Anyway now I have a bell with a unicorn on it which I'm required to use by law. it also has a front basket. I didn't use the bell but felt empowered (and got laughed at by two young girls). They didn't have unicorn bells or a front basket so fuck em. I'm gonna get some tassels next.
In more serious news the Pt. Lonny front beach was absolutely smashed by recent swell / weather. Had a chat to a local who was walking past and she'd never seen anything like it either. Must've been wild.
Also got about 10 hellos from randoms which was nice.
Gon’ eat me a chiko roll and watch cartoons…
Good night everyone. Sweet dreams. 😽
i think i need to get these https://dangerfield.com.au/products/old-world-embroidered-pant?variant=45128234303706
I’ve been putting the registration for GardenSafe off for years even after posting about it… tbh I’m still struggling majorly with my health and this creeping grass is like kudzu, so action isn’t guaranteed. But why not contribute to citizen science.
But it’s asking really inflexible questions so I don’t know how to answer. Like for main food growing area do I answer in ground or pots? I may answer in ground because I want to know if it’s safe to do so.
Renos within 5 years? No, but around 10.
And I’m not seeing any peeling external paint - but the builders buried discarded rubble in the soil which is a concern.
I don’t use pesticides but I don’t know what’s in the runoff from another yard.
I just want to find out if the soil here is theoretically safe to grow edible stuff in, lead levels and pesticides etc.
Edit: For peeling paint I just said yes because I didn’t know if there was any that got buried with the rubble. But now wondering if that was bad data and would label the soil as higher risk than it is. Should I try to tell them the situation?
Idk. I just don’t want to grow anything that’s dangerous to eat.
ha ha, rain cannot defeat me, I bought big plastic sheets to cover my paint jobs
I have decaf coffee now.
Let’s see if this thing keeps me awake at night tonight.
Batch of the house special chilli con carne is on. Should be ready for breakfast tomorrow.
Bummer
The drunk aggressive homeless man is back, was drinking and swearing explosively on the bench outside. I tried to close the door quietly but the fucking thing squeaked and he was looking at my place.
He’s walked away past my place still glancing at the door. For a second I thought he was going to come knocking and was debating whether to tell him to leave or just call the cops. Thankfully he didn’t. But it sucks and is part of the reason I don’t like to go out. This one has also had a go at me before.
I’m trying to be grateful for the things I have and focus on what I can control, but this spot has always been rough and the pandemic made it so much worse.
I’m wondering how to protect the eventual seedlings from slugs and snails. I’m thinking of keeping them inside in paper cups until they’re so big they have to be planted out. I am not dragging large pots inside every night.
The other thought was cut off plastic bottles as ‘hats’ but if I plant in every pot I would need 12… and that’s if I plant multiple in each and thin. I don’t have to plant them all but there are 25 seeds in the packet and due to space I never use them all.
I could donate the extra to a seed library but when would I have the chance.
Moobeans is sleeping beside me. So beautiful.
half the refinish paint/stain is on the old sewing machine cabinet, the original finish was so badly damaged tho, might need a second coat
and might get a wire brush to clean up the cast iron frame and some blacking to spruce it up a bit. Then I might tackle some of the rust on the machine fittings
I've run out of the medication I need to function and it was the last repeat.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Have tried ringing the private hospital where my doctor works from but they can only send him a message.
Fuck.
