Today was a very nice day. Finally. We have movement in the garden
...and finally it's not just some random cat's bowel movements. For the record, what works to keep then out of there is a mixture of 5 parts flour, 3 parts dry mustard and 2 parts cayenne pepper. Way better than Critter Ridder. Unfortunately, it doesn't keep kids away (but stay tuned for more on that). More importantly, I bought a toaster! Yay!!
So shiny and so red. Clean kitchen is courtesy of Adam. Tree in the driveway?
Also courtesy of Adam. Guess I can't win them all. However, it's out of the backyard, and will (theoretically, at least) be cut up tomorrow (when the huge, sap-spewing, sun-sucking, entangled-in-the-power-lines tree will also be going). Now please excuse me while I ramble about Idiots Who Procreate. Are you an idiot? If you answered yes to this question, please go have yourself spayed or neutered. Go on, we'll wait....
(chirp chirp)
Okay, now that the idiots have left the room, OMFG. First it was the kid who kept coming into the yard, up on the deck, and would then be taken out by the dog, who STILL COMES AROUND even tho we keep telling her to go home. Next up: SUPER SOAKER. But then tonight, I'm getting my supper, and I happen to look out the window, and picture this: one small child playing in the dirt, while the other kid is standing a very small distance away, swinging an ax into the dirt. Oh yes. I am serious. These kids are maybe 10. Do they have a mother? I assume so, yes. Somewhere. Clearly she is insane/stupid/unconcerned. So I run out on the deck and promptly lose my f*#@ing s#!t. Again, they don't care. Should I find these urchins in my yard again, I'm letting the dog out. If he eats them, well, I guess I don't have to worry about witnessing a decapitation in my yard. What the hell, people? Srsly. sigh. I could go on and on, but I won't...
So. First, let me say that in my defense, this was a quick-fix and was not there all the time. However, I finally got sick of looking at this when we wanted to let Rocco out on the deck:
(cue Elvis singing In the Ghettoooo) and replaced it with this:
(Please ignore the cord and the shirt and all the other random crap you can see. Or can't see for that matter. I cleaned it all up. Come see if you don't believe me). I also (finally! My god, I'm so slack!!) installed a door closer on the screen door, which Rocco finds very handy, as he doesn't have thumbs.
...and finally it's not just some random cat's bowel movements. For the record, what works to keep then out of there is a mixture of 5 parts flour, 3 parts dry mustard and 2 parts cayenne pepper. Way better than Critter Ridder. Unfortunately, it doesn't keep kids away (but stay tuned for more on that). More importantly, I bought a toaster! Yay!!
So shiny and so red. Clean kitchen is courtesy of Adam. Tree in the driveway?
Also courtesy of Adam. Guess I can't win them all. However, it's out of the backyard, and will (theoretically, at least) be cut up tomorrow (when the huge, sap-spewing, sun-sucking, entangled-in-the-power-lines tree will also be going). Now please excuse me while I ramble about Idiots Who Procreate. Are you an idiot? If you answered yes to this question, please go have yourself spayed or neutered. Go on, we'll wait....(chirp chirp)
Okay, now that the idiots have left the room, OMFG. First it was the kid who kept coming into the yard, up on the deck, and would then be taken out by the dog, who STILL COMES AROUND even tho we keep telling her to go home. Next up: SUPER SOAKER. But then tonight, I'm getting my supper, and I happen to look out the window, and picture this: one small child playing in the dirt, while the other kid is standing a very small distance away, swinging an ax into the dirt. Oh yes. I am serious. These kids are maybe 10. Do they have a mother? I assume so, yes. Somewhere. Clearly she is insane/stupid/unconcerned. So I run out on the deck and promptly lose my f*#@ing s#!t. Again, they don't care. Should I find these urchins in my yard again, I'm letting the dog out. If he eats them, well, I guess I don't have to worry about witnessing a decapitation in my yard. What the hell, people? Srsly. sigh. I could go on and on, but I won't...
So. First, let me say that in my defense, this was a quick-fix and was not there all the time. However, I finally got sick of looking at this when we wanted to let Rocco out on the deck:
(cue Elvis singing In the Ghettoooo) and replaced it with this:
(Please ignore the cord and the shirt and all the other random crap you can see. Or can't see for that matter. I cleaned it all up. Come see if you don't believe me). I also (finally! My god, I'm so slack!!) installed a door closer on the screen door, which Rocco finds very handy, as he doesn't have thumbs.OH!! Since I'm old now, I get up at 6am to go through the trash. Last Thursday, someone up the street was throwing out the cabinet from an old Singer treadle machine (I'm sure one of you out there just fainted, and I'm sorry). Of course, I didn't have a picture, so you'll have to take my word for it that it looked like it had fallen from the back of a truck. Since I had the dog with me, and I had about 15 minutes to make it to work (see slack comment above), I quickly nabbed the 4 drawers and went on my way. Awkwardly. I had a dog, a bag of "daily dog deposit", and 4 wooden drawers. It was bordering on that riddle with the sheep, the oats and the wolf. Moral being, we made it home, I've sprayed the poo out of them with bug killer *cause yes, I am that paranoid*and they will shortly be made into something cool.
Tomorrow: I get a new kitchen table, Rocco graduates, and maybe, just maybe, I'll make something. Stay tuned!!
Tomorrow: I get a new kitchen table, Rocco graduates, and maybe, just maybe, I'll make something. Stay tuned!! 
What stuff on the deck? I'm looking at Rocco on my spot on the hammock. It'll still be nice in the fall when i'm there, right?
ReplyDeleteAlso: I got you something flocked when i was in alberta. I forgot about it til i cleaned the car :D
I love something flocked!! Also, he's just keeping your spot warm, and no worries about the weather being warm, because once you're in your spot, he'll lay on you. Like a blanket. A big, heavy, furry blanket. That licks your face.
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