Well, the violent expulsion of things I’d eaten for the past week or two died out sometime Sunday (after a veeeeerrry long Sunday night), but I’ve been achy/feverish/just-full-o’-malaise since then. Obviously I’m feeling a bit better, since I’m blogging …
Extra-super-mondo-kudos to Margie, who was already kind of frazzled going into the weekend, and got very little rest during it, due to someone’s rather inconvenient illness. She’s the greatest, without a doubt, and I owe her big time, both for what she did for me and for what she had to handle solo (e.g., discovering Monday morning that Kitten had cleverly stripped naked during the night in her bedroom and then and then done what provides the reason for putting diapers on babies all over the the place. *Sigh*)
Not much else to talk about ’round here. Margie potted a bunch of flowers we picked up at the church plant sale. We’ve actually given up the little redwood planters on the back rail that have the mystical power to suck water out of the soil and the plants contained therein, and gone with tasteful plastic terra-cotta colored planters with little water reservoirs which will not doubt have some similar problem with them.
We’re refinancing our mortgage, given the historically low rates, etc., and the appraiser is coming by this afternoon. Which means I have to get off my butt and do at least a modicum of tidying. Not that it should affect the appraisal, but it will affect my embarrassment level. Also there’s the loan packet to finish, which I’ll try to do a bit of today.
Not expecting much else bloggy today, but who knows?
Ah, another contender for the hedonistic orgy of poop award!
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Give Margie kudos from me too. I have SO been there. The bad news is, they don’t only do it once. I have become attuned to the little “shhhrip” of diapers being unfastened over the baby monitor
Regarding your wooden planters –
If you want to get more life out of them, line them with trash bags, punch holes over where the drainage holes already are (or a few along the side where the slats meet) then fill with dirt (I usually get out the stapler and tack the plastic up as high as it will go along the sides – just fold it over if there is too much)
If you are clever, you can tuck the plastic up the sides in such a way that it won’t loose moisture at the ends…
Then plant away, and water daily (instead of constantly)
🙂
Oh, it wasn’t the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Short of sealing her up in wardrobe that won’t open, there’s not a lot we can do. She’s been showing lots of “interest” in her potty seat over the last month or so, so we’ll probably just leave that in her room, on the off chance that she’ll decide to use it if she needs to …
As for the leaky pots (you know, I’m sure there would be a way to link those two themes, if I were feeling up to snuff …), clever idea.