Time To Recover

How in the world are my days off going by so quickly?  It feels like I just got up, and now it's evening already.  Time needs to slow down a bit, and now that I've got one more thing accomplished, maybe it will.  

Well, the tree guy got something accomplished, that is.  He came by this morning and removed all of the dead and broken branches from the tree, and I'm glad someone actually showed up.  I don't have a good track record for hiring people who actually show up, you know.  

But he did, and the job is finally done, and at least I don't have to worry about dead limbs falling on my head any more. 

He also trimmed up a few of the lower hanging branches, especially the one hitting the house, so that's much better.  Some of those made the back yard feel...ominous, if you know what I mean.  I kind of miss the shade they cast, but that's better than them snapping off in a storm, I guess. 

I'd told him to pile the trimmings by the back fence, but I guess I should have been more specific because I meant inside the fence. 

You know, on my property.  Which ends at the back fence.  Not that it matters, because I've never seen anyone back there  -- not that close to the house at least.  And I'll still be the one cleaning it all up no matter where it's piled.  

Speaking of fences, he pulled out this whole section so he could get his truck into the back yard.  

He asked if I wanted him to put it back, but I told him not to worry about that since the plan is to get all of that fence pulled out anyway.  And when I start offering that red clay up for grabs, it'll be a lot easier to get it out this way.  

As soon as they left, I went out there and started cleaning all that mess up.  I got this much into my compost bin,

And started putting some of the bigger stuff into the raised bed, 

before the hornets found me.  I'm not sure if they were in the tree or in the ground where I was raking stuff up, but I quit after I'd gotten stung twice.  One of the tree guy's employees told me she had also gotten stung, so they might have been in the tree.  Do hornets nest in trees?  I've only ever seen this kind in holes in the ground.  She may have blown leaves over their hole since she was using a leaf blower.  I swan I think she was trying to blow every single leaf out of my yard.  

I finally told the tree guy that it wasn't necessary, just to get her to stop with the noise.  Plus, I like leaving my leaves over the winter for the bugs and things that hide under them during the cold weather, not to mention it's free mulch for my lawn.  

But I digress...where was I?  Oh yes, hornets...

At least I had long pants on, so maybe these won't be as bad as the last time.   Maybe after my dentist appointment in the morning, I'll go out while I still have jeans on and see if I can find a hole or something and pour vinegar down it. 

It worked before, and I have plenty of vinegar...because I forgot I had already bought some, so I bought some more.  Twice.  

I don't want to talk about that.  Let's just say, I won't run out of vinegar any time soon...

Anyway, when all is said and done, that's one more thing I can mark off my to do list.  

Which now looks like this:  

I think I'm going to take a break before I have to deal with someone else -- which I suppose should be the handyman/contractor to get the rotten wood in my soffit and fascia replaced.  Hopefully, I can find one who is also a licensed electrician and can check that breaker for me.  Then I'll know which direction I need to go as far as getting my dryer working again.  But first, I need some time to recover from all of this human interaction.  

While I was nursing my wasp stings, I made some sweet potato soup, which will be the last batch of soup I'm going to make for a while.  I'm all souped out.  

I still have to make the squash casserole to put back for Thanksgiving.  And squash pie, which will likely not be put back for anything.   I'll likely eat it right away.  It doesn't even have that much sugar in it, so that's good.    

I'm also done with this scarf, finally. 

I've already cast on the matching hat, but that's as far as I've gotten.  It was too pretty of a day to stay inside, so I went out and sat by the fire pit for a while.  Sans fire, of course.  We are still under a burn ban because of how extremely dry it is. 

Oh, I should probably mention that I finished the book I was reading, The Baker Of Lost Memories.  It was pretty good.  I was so smug thinking I had figured out the twist, but as it happens, I did not in fact figure out the twist.  And that's all I have to say about that.  

Now I'm reading Lady Of Uncanny Charms, which is the fifth and final book in the Whimbrel House series.  I've enjoyed this whole series, and if you like Victorian fantasy, I highly recommend it. 

Now if you will excuse me, Halloween Baking Championship is about to come on, and I need to go watch.  And knit on this hat.  

And wonder where my day went...

Laters

Quiet Sunday

After spending the last three days working my tail off -- at least it felt like that -- I decided to take an actual day of rest on this day of rest.  Well, except for changing the sheets, doing a bit of laundry, and bringing the hummingbird feeder in and cleaning it up to store it away for the winter, that is. 

But I didn't do any heavy lifting, so to speak.  No cooking or working in the garden, other than watering, I mean.  What I did do was to catch up on my cheesy Hallmark movies and my Great American Christmas movies that are almost as cheesy.  I kind of lost track of the days and didn't realize they'd already started showing them, so I had four to watch.  

I must be getting soft in my old age, because I didn't used to cry at those things.  

While I was crying over cheesy movies, I pulled out this scarf and worked on it some more, which made me cry even more. 

I am not enjoying knitting this, but at this point, I'm determined to finish.  I've only got a few more inches, then I'm going to knit a matching hat and I will be done with this project.  I've seen other photos on the SCI's Facebook page of people knitting matching hats and cowl sets, so I may do that next.  I don't think I'll do another scarf.  

In a bit of good news, I heard from the tree guy and he's going to come do my job tomorrow, so maybe I'll finally get to cross that one thing off my list.  Better yet, once he's done I'll feel like I have my house to myself again, at least for a little while.  And maybe I can finally shake this feeling of waiting...waiting for him to get done so I can get on with my life.

Does anyone else feel like that, or is it just me?  

I Made It

I woke up to a beautiful Fall day this morning.  It was sunny and a nice, chilly 48°.  The only issue with the day was that I woke up at 3:00 again.  I lay there until about 4:30, but could not get back to sleep for anything.  I finally gave up and got up.  

After a nice, leisurely cup of coffee, I got dressed and drove down to the Farmer's Market.  Yes, I really did.  This late in the year, there aren't that many booths left, but Bost Farms still had his up, and I was able to pick up plenty of fresh squash.  

The plan is to go ahead and make my squash casserole for Thanksgiving and put it into the freezer.  With that in mind, I left the Farmer's Market and drove down to Walmart where I picked up a new set of baking dishes. 

These are the first new baking pans I've bought in probably 25 or 30 years -- other than cake pans, I mean.  I got a few of those for Christmas a couple of years ago.   

I figure that largest one will be just right for my squash casserole.  It's pretty deep, so it might even be too big.  I guess we'll see. 

I also picked up some pattypan at the market. 

My aunt used to make a really good squash pie with these, but they are so hard to find.  Next spring, I want to get some seeds and try to grow my own.  But for now, I'm hoping three are enough for a pie.  The recipe only calls for 1 cup of mashed squash, so maybe it is.    

Today's projects were to make some red beans and rice  

and chicken noodle soup.  

I didn't make the beans and rice from scratch, though.  I used a boxed mix, which is pretty good.  Just make sure you stir all the spices thoroughly or you'll end up with a glob of them in your mouth at once.  Ask me how I know.  Funny thing is, I never ate beans and rice until I was grown.  I don't remember my mother ever making it.  Now I love the stuff.  

I already have a butt load of soup in my freezer, but I still want to make a batch of sweet potato soup, and probably one more batch of tomato soup provided my tomatoes ripen before first frost.  Then I'll be done for the year and will have enough soup to feed an army.  

In other news, I picked up two more bags of garden soil, but didn't really work in the garden any.  The only thing I did was to scatter my Bachelor's Button seeds in one of the empty beds.  I planted all of the ones I had, because they're a few years old and I don't know how many are still viable.  I'm hoping at least a few of them will grow, then re-seed themselves year after year.  

Well, I can't think of anything else to talk about right now, so I'll close this and go to bed.  Maybe something interesting will happen tomorrow. 

Itching To Work

This has been a rough week at work.  Oh, not the work itself, that's the same old same old.  Same old complaints.  Same old problems that they refuse to solve.  Same old blaming the brazers instead of solving those problems...same old everything.  

No, the problem has been that I just didn't want to be there.  I knew we had this cool down coming this weekend, and I was itching to get out and work in the garden and start getting my beds prepped for next spring.   And once the seemingly interminable work week was done, that's exactly what I did. 

Well, this morning I did.  Yesterday I went to the store and they finally had some rotisserie chickens out, so I got one with the intention of making soup one day this week.  I'm planning on making sweet potato soup and some red beans and rice also, and once I'm done, I'll have plenty of stuff in the freezer.  I'm wanting to eat healthier, but man, those Michelina's Microwavable Macaroni are so easy to toss into the microwave.    I was hoping that tossing a container of homemade soup into the microwave would be just as easy, but so far it isn't working.  Sigh...

Speaking of, I had to order some more food containers seeing as how I've made so much soup lately, I've used up all the ones I have.  And soup has to be in a round container because soup is round.  

IYKYK

The ones I ordered were supposed to arrive last Sunday, but they sat at the place Amazon sends local deliveries for 5 days without anyone picking them up.  Stuff I'd ordered after I ordered those had already arrived, but my containers were supposedly still at the warehouse.  Or whatever it is.  Someone said it's behind the Chamber Of Commerce, so apparently it's just a storage building.  I'm actually thinking about signing up to be a delivery driver myself after I retire.  It'll give me something to do, a little extra pocket money, and I'll be able to go get my own packages.  

Anyway, I ordered the same containers from a different seller, and as I type this, they're currently out for delivery so we shall see.  

But I digress...

Back to this morning.  The first thing that happened was that I woke up at 3:30 and couldn't get back to sleep for anything.  I guess that's better than waking up at 2:30, but still.  I enjoyed a nice, leisurely cup of coffee, turned on the drip system -- remembering to set my timer this time-- and watched some TV until the sun came up enough for me to see.

And the first thing I saw had me seeing red.

Yes, that...some cat who shall remain nameless decided to use my clover bed as a litter pan.  All my poor little seedlings were totally dug up.  I could have cried.  But I didn't.  No sense crying over spilled, um, clover.  Instead I smoothed the soil back out, scattered some more clover seeds, then covered the bed with the plastic chicken wire I bought for just such an occasion. 

Once that was done, and the cat's existence sufficiently threatened, I turned my attention to leveling and lining up these beds. 

I think they are about as good as they are going to get.  

I can live with this, at least until they've rotted beyond usability and I replace them with metal beds.  I tried something different this time, and I hope I didn't mess up.  When I dug the clay out of the bottom of the bed, I piled it between the bed and the fence.  I'm hoping that help keep the soil from leaking out of the bottom of the beds.  Eh, if it doesn't work, I'll remove it when I replace these beds.  

Next step was to add the soil, but before I did that, I chopped up my dead rosemary 

and put it into the bottom for some organic matter to offset the little bit of red clay I couldn't get out.  Hopefully the worms will find it and mix all that clay into the native soil so it isn't that big of a deal.  Then I added the soil.  

And of course, having learned my lesson, I added the plastic protection layer.  

I'm debating on whether to plant some crimson clover in this one, too, or just leave it.  Or I may scatter some Bachelor's Button seeds that I'd saved a couple of years ago.  I don't know if they're still viable, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.  Since these are going to be pollinator beds anyway, those will be a good choice, since they volunteer readily.  

Unfortunately, I only had enough soil for those two beds, so I didn't even bother to start digging the clay out of the other two.  I want to go to the Farmer's Market tomorrow for probably the last time this season, so maybe after that I can run by Walmart and pick up some more soil.  Or maybe I can go after my dentist appointment Tuesday.  I don't know...Heck, maybe I'll just pay the delivery fee and have them bring it to the house.  

After a bite of lunch and a bit of rest, I started filling the other metal raised bed.  I started with a few log from the firewood pile in the very bottom, using sort of an abbreviated version of hügelkultur.  

I was going to put a few more logs in the bottom, but I couldn't quite bring myself to put my firewood into the garden bed.  What I did instead was when the power company trimmed the branches back from the power lines last week, I snuck out and picked up the trimmings.  

I started cutting those up and putting them on top of the logs until I got tired and decided to call it a day.  

I'll fill this bed the same way I filled the last one -- with stuff like this, and when it breaks down, I'll add compost on top of that, then finish filling it with garden soil.  Maybe by spring, it'll be ready to plant, too.  At least I hope so.  

Now for a bit of good news -- while I was writing this post, my containers have been delivered!  Let the soup making begin.  Oh, and I bought this little thing on clearance last year because it was cute and on sale, but I don't know what to do with it.  

I know the big ones are used for cooking, similar to a Dutch oven, but this one is so small.  I was thinking about using it as a serving dish at Thanksgiving.  

Except I don't even know what we're doing for Thanksgiving.  I don't know what the kids' work schedules are, or if they'll be able to come or what, and knowing them, they won't tell me until the last minute. 

I don't like finding things out at the last minute.  I usually start planning Thanksgiving in July or August.  Normally, I just do what I want, and if they show up, they show up.  If not, I have a good meal and watch the Parade and football with the cat.  

And the bad news, it's been a week and I haven't heard back from the tree guy.  I'm beginning to suspect I've been ghosted again.  I'm going to give him a few more days, but if he doesn't show this next week, I'll have to try to call someone else. 

This is why I don't cross things off the list until after the job has been completed.  

Look!

Look what I have!  

What is that?  In case you can't see it, it's my crimson clover seedlings!  They're germinating!  These are the ones I planted in my raised bed, not the ones I scattered in the yard.  I haven't seen any sign of life from those, but that might be because I keep forgetting to water them.  Oops.  

On the other hand, I turned on my drip system yesterday and forgot to set my alarm, so my tomatoes got a real good soaking -- so much so, I didn't even water them today.   I checked, and they were still plenty moist. 

On a similar note, I'm so glad I didn't pull these basil plants up like I'd started to do last weekend, because they are absolutely covered in bees. I tried to take a short video, but I don't know how well you can see them.  

If you can't see the bees, at least enjoy the bird concert.  I did manage to snap a couple of photos, though. 

And finally, why?  Just why?  

You'd never catch me with something like that on my feet!  That's for sure. 

Completely Forgot

I completely forgot I had a dentist appointment this afternoon.  It's a good thing they send out those text reminders because I might have blown this one off.  But I didn't.  I went in right after work, and the hygienist and I only see each other every six months, so we had a lot of catching up to do.  It wouldn't be so bad if she could talk and clean at the same time, but it doesn't seem like she can.  Still, we eventually got the cleaning done, then the dentist came in and oh boy I have to get another crown.  

Good thing we have that shutdown next week, so I can get right on that.  As far as I know we're still having it, but I told the receptionist that if for some reason they made us work, I'd call and reschedule.  Hopefully, they won't, because I know a lot of my coworkers have already made appointments and things like that.  Now I have, too.  

In other news, this was another one of those baking and cooking weekends, with a bit of knitting thrown in for good measure.  

Yarn:  Red Heart Bitty Stripes

Colorway:  Pink Lemonade

Pattern:  Basic Beanie

Needles:  US 8 / 5 mm

My hat drawer is getting pretty full, and it looks like I'm going to have to send another batch of them off to the Seaman's Church Institute pretty soon.   They're talking about us getting our first real cold front next weekend -- lows in the 40s -- so that may be a good time to get them all packed up and ready.  

As for the baking, I had a moment of panic when I couldn't find my mini loaf pans.  I thought I had some of the foil pans, but apparently I'd used all of those up.  No matter, I had my regular ones, and the pumpkin break got made. 

I was going to vacuum seal them since my sealer has a gentle mode, but even that squished the first one to about half the size it had been.  It puffed back up as soon as I cut the bag, but still.  I wrapped them in plastic wrap and put them into the freezer like that, figuring that they won't compress as much once they're frozen.  I was going to vacuum seal them this afternoon, but then remembered I had to go to the dentist and by the time I got home, I was too tired to fool with them.  They'll keep until tomorrow. 

The second project was to make another batch of pumpkin soup.  

This is the recipe I used. 

The only thing I did differently was to add 1 tsp of maple extract and 1/4 cup of brown sugar.  I didn't even add the sugar free syrup, because I didn't think it needed any more sweetness.  I don't want it tasting like pie, after all.  It was quite tasty just the way it was. 

So, between the tomato soup I made last weekend, two batches of pumpkin soup, and a pot of jambalaya I made Friday, I've got a freezer full of meals.  And yet, I'm still reaching for the Banquet Microwave meals...they're just so quick and easy.  

The last thing I did was to make a few of my candies using melted chocolate chips. 

I melted the chips in the microwave, which is a bit of a pain because you have to heat in short bursts and stir, then heat some more and stir.   Rinse and repeat until the chocolate is smooth, then hurry up and slap it into the molds before it cools and hardens.  Ugh. 

Next time, I'm going to use the double boiler.  

But for now, I need to go get into the shower and head for bed kinda early tonight since I didn't sleep well last night.

Laters.  

 

Isaias

What good does it do to have a day off if you wake up at 2:30 anyway? Sigh…But my fasting glucose was 97. I wonder, is that “under control” enough for that eye doctor?

OK, moving right along, I was so hoping we'd get a halfway decent rain out of this hurricane, but as you can see, most of it passed to the East of us. 

All we got here at the house was an hour or so of light drizzle, not nearly enough to make a dent in the drought conditions.  Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't have lit that candle after all.  Oh well.  The flag is back on the house and Pumpkin Kitty is plugged in and all is right in my world.  Except for that whole drought thing, I mean.  

On the bright side, it has been very chilly all day.  Well, chilly for us.  The high today was only 72, and it felt wonderful!  In fact, I had to put on a jacket when I went outside to work in the garden.  It's been so nice not to have to sweat all day!  

As far a yard work goes, I decided to go ahead and pull up the two little basil plants that were trying to grow in this planter, because they weren't doing well at all.  It's really too late in the year, and they wouldn't have amounted to anything anyway.   

I emptied the soil out and moved the planter up to the West side of the house.  Where it was, back by my white shed, was never where I'd meant to put it anyway.  I only moved it there because that landscammer piled up so much red clay around it.  I'm serious, that clay went about 4" up the legs of the planter.  Then he tried to gaslight me by saying that's what I'd told him to do.  Seriously, if I'd wanted red clay there, wouldn't I have moved the planter first?  

I'm going to level it before I do anything else with it -- or rather, level the ground underneath it.  I don't think I'll even put more dirt into it given how quickly it's rotting.  I may just use it to hold potted plants or something.  That will allow the wood to stay mostly dry, and it might last longer that way. 

I moved the soil I took out of it into this metal bed, and decided it was full enough to plant my pansies there.  

I also planted some of my crimson clover seeds in the back half, and consider them both to be cover crops.  I'm not sure pansies work as a cover crop, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  I'm sure the soil will settle some over the winter, but I can top it up before I plant in the spring.  

Once that was done, I recorded a new garden journal, which you can watch here:  Garden Journal.  I think I rambled a bit, but I chalk it up to that whole getting up at 2:30 thing.  I tried to go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come back to me, so I went ahead and got up around 4:00ish.  

I should probably mention that the tree guy came by and said it was my sewer line that was the problem with him getting into my back yard.  He would have run right over the cleanout and that would have been very not good indeed.  After some discussion, we decided he'd remove a section of this back fence -- that I'm going to get replaced eventually anyway -- and come through here. 

I was concerned about that dirt pile being in the way, but he said he could work around it.  So he's going to come sometime next week and that will be one more thing I can mark off my list.

OK, I need to finish up here because I need my computer to watch football. 

I'll talk to you later. 

Ready

This morning, I finally went to see the eye doctor.  It's funny, because when I went to get the form from the safety person at work, she asked me where I was going.  I told her, and she said, "Ugh, I hate that place!"  Then I told another brazer about that conversation, and she said, "I hate that place, too!"  

I told both of them -- but not at the same time -- about how I'd tried and tried to call the other place behind KFC, but they wouldn't answer the phone.  I also mentioned how I'd gone to their website twice and filled out the form but never heard back from them, so I kind of had no choice.  Still, I understand what they mean now. 

First up, my appointment was at 8:10, and they didn't get me in until nearly 9:00.   Then, I got a lady doctor who was just a bit weird, not to put too fine a point on it.  I mean, she was an OK doctor, but she just seemed fake to me.  A little too bouncy and bubbly, if you will. 

Anyway, she was remarking about how much my prescription had changed since I got my last pair of glasses, and she said, "This just screams diabetes to me."  I said, "Yeah, I was diagnosed with pre-diabetes two years ago, but I've made some changes to my diet and started exercising more and have my sugar under control now." 

I guess I'm just one of those folks that people never listen to, because she then told me I needed to call my doctor and get my sugar under control -- right after I'd told her my sugar was under control.  I was good, I kept my mouth shut, but I was thinking, "Who do you think diagnosed me?  And didn't I just tell you I had it under control?"   I'd even told her my fasting glucose usually runs between 95 and 100, but she kept telling me to call my doctor and get my sugar under control.  

I guess I should have asked her what she considers "under control" to be, because my doctor thinks it's fine.  Heck, I'd even told her I'd just had my annual physical in May, but she just wouldn't listen.  I think next time, I'm going to try that other place again, because I sure didn't like this one. 

One good thing, I asked her about my dry eyes, and she checked something and said I have some membrane something...I don't know, but she said it's pretty common in post menopausal women.  She recommended I start taking a supplement called Blink and gave me a seven day sample pack.  She was a bit frustrated because she couldn't figure out why she couldn't get my right eye corrected to 20/20.  The best she could do was 20/30.  Other than that, she said my eyes looked healthy and disease free, so that's good. 

Eventually, the appointment ended and I went and ordered my safety glasses.  Then, when I was checking out, the receptionist filled out me another appointment card for two months.  Huh?  Nobody had said anything to me about coming back, so I asked, "Why am I coming back?"   The receptionist said, "Diabetic prescription check."  And just what exactly does she think is going to change in two months?  I guess she's expecting me to go to my doctor and "get my sugar under control." 

Because she didn't listen when I told her it already was under control.  

Tell me, what do y'all do to get people to listen to you?  I'm starting to wonder if sound is even coming out of my mouth when I talk.

I'd planned on going up to Batesville after my appointment, but they dilated my eyes.  I asked if I could still drive, and the nurse said I could.  She lied.  I could barely see well enough to drive home, and truth be told, I probably shouldn't have driven in that state, even with the little sunglasses things they gave me.  

Well, at least I could still work in the yard...after my eyes finally un-dilated.  That took about 3 hours, but I watched A Heartland Christmas movie and started re-watching season 5 of The Chosen before season 6 comes out next month.  

Once I could see again, I went ahead and pulled up those sad, pathetic looking zinnias and emptied that bed out. 

I moved the soil into one of my big, metal raised beds and I don't know why the side of it looks like that in the photo.  It doesn't look like that in real life. 

See?  

Once the wooden bed was empty, I moved it down a bit and lined up the two metal beds, 

then did the same to the wooden beds.  

I'll probably tweak them a bit and definitely level them before I add soil and plant them.  If it ever cools off, that is.   And of course, I want to see how much the rain from Hurricane Isaias will settle them.  Hopefully we'll get some.  My poor spider lilies are sparse this year from the dryness. 

Speaking of, I'm about as ready for this storm as I'm going to be.  I've filled up my gas tank in my car, brought the flags inside, charged up the power banks and made sure I have the correct number of batteries for my Harvey lantern this time.  Before I go to bed tonight, I'll bring in the plants, and unplug Pumpkin Kitty.  That'll be it for my hurricane prep.  We're far enough inland that we won't get the worst of the storm, but they're saying we might still get quite a bit of wind out of it.  All I want is for the power not to go out. 

In other news, I bought the stuff I needed to make that pumpkin bread and the other recipe of pumpkin soup I found.  Guess what I forgot.  The maple syrup.  

I'm thinking of using my sugar free syrup and maple extract instead.  I wonder if that will work.  I know the purists will have a stroke just reading that, but I think I might mix it up, then taste it and see.  It only calls for 1/4 cup, so ...maybe I won't need the syrup after all.  Maybe just the extract to give it that flavor.   I'll try that and see.  Since I'm the one who is going to eat it, it shouldn't matter too much. 

I guess that's about all for today.  If you'll excuse me, my Chicago shows are back on and I'm going to go watch them before the hurricane gets here.  I prolly ought to light that candle again, too.  

Just to be on the safe side.  

A Hurricane

Unless you've been living under a rock lately, you probably already know that Isaias strengthened to a hurricane during the night last night.  That means for the first time in a long, long time, the ol' Jim Cantore Repellent candle finally got lit. 

As of this writing, Isaias is a category 2, and is expected to make landfall somewhere between Mobile and Pascagoula late tomorrow night/early Saturday morning. I'm far enough inland to avoid the worst of the flooding -- it's not the wind, it's the water -- but we're still expecting some wind and rainfall.  I do hope we get some rain.  My poor grass is downright crunchy.  They dropped our chances from 100% to 95%, but those are still pretty good odds...although our chance of rain last Sunday was 80% and we didn't get a drop.  

Other than that, I'm about as ready as I'm going to get.  I don't really expect the power to go out, but I've got plenty of batteries this time, and I'm going to make sure all of my power banks are charged up tomorrow.    Plus, I've got plenty of Vienna sausages and a camp stove -- just in case.  

Anyway, I went in to town to do my shopping after work today to avoid the rush tomorrow and discovered something quite different in my Walmart app.  I'd opened it to try to find where they'd moved a certain product I was looking for, and look at this:  

The app tracks your location in the store now.  I suppose it's helpful to see where you are in relation to where the item you're looking for is, but I find it's just a bit creepy.  

You know what's not creepy?  Pansies.  

I don't usually plant cool weather flowers, but I think I'm going to go ahead and put these into the planter where my now quite dead rosemary is.  I'll put these around the edges and put a new rosemary into the center -- once Walmart gets some back in stock.  

And finally, I tossed some of my crimson clover seed into a bare spot in the back yard.  I haven't seen any signs of germination yet, but it's still early.  Maybe I'll get some.  

If I don't, I've still got plenty of seeds. 

Bad News

Well, the tree guy came today to trim my tree, but his truck was too big to fit into my back yard.  I was wondering how big his truck is that it can't fit, even after I told him he could pull this bit of fence up if he needed to. 

Still, he was decent enough to text me and let me know, and he is supposed to come by Saturday morning to discuss our options.  I don't know what options there could be, since there isn't any other way to get into my back yard at the moment.  

I'll see what he has to say, but I'm thinking we may have to pivot and put the tree off until later.  When he was here the last time, I'd asked him if he could dig up and haul off the remnants of this old dog kennel, 

and this old bit of fence wire that a tree grew up and completely engulfed. 

For those of you who haven't heard, or don't remember, ten years ago I had a huge old oak tree cut down.  I hated to do it, but it was leaning over so far I was afraid it would fall onto the house.  Even the man who cut it down said it could have gone over any minute.  

About two years ago, I noticed this old bit of fence wire starting to emerge from the rotting trunk.  It must have been put there at least 100 years ago, judging by how deeply embedded it was.  I've been trying to dig it up, but so far, haven't been successful.  I talked to the tree guy, and he's got an excavator that he says he can get it out with.  

At least if he can't get to the tree, he'll at least have a little bit of a payday and I won't have completely wasted his time. 

Speaking of time, I guess the plant got over their panic about the empty warehouse pretty quickly, because everyone is back to getting off at 2:00 PM.  I came home that first day and had so much time, I didn't quite know what to do with myself.  I know I watched some TV, but other than Halloween Wars and In The Eye Of The Storm, I don't even remember what shows I saw.  

By the way, there's a new show on called Sweet Deceit.  There are three contestants who have to choose which item is cake by biting into it.  It's OK, but kind of meh.  The episodes are only 30 minutes, so I'll probably keep watching for now. 

There isn't much else to talk about, other than to show you my new garden flag.  

Oh, and we have a tropical storm in the Gulf which is projected to strengthen into a hurricane before it makes landfall.  A good news/bad news type of thing, the track has shifted east, and we are no longer in the cone.  That's good, but we sure could have used the rain it would have brought.  Maybe we'll get a little bit from the outer rain bands, so I'm not completely giving up hope. 

If you're not following the Weather Channel on X or whatever it is now, you really ought to. 

And finally, I forgot what else I was going to tell you, so I'll just stop now. 

Goodnight.  Or whatever time it is when you read this.