The Days Of Wyrd

The moon was a big, huge, imperfect oval this morning.  Glowing a cold gold.  Someone told me that after the full snow moon, it will either get much warmer, or much colder. 

Our days have been warm and sunny, over 60 degrees.  The nights are still an entirely different story. 

I managed to transplant the plumeria and a few other horribly crowded house plants over the weekend.  I started my first lettuce crop, and top dressed some of my other potted buddies.  I'm in cleanup mode, still pruning, still mulching, making empty spots for the seedlings to be.

The cat is playing on the porch.  Sometimes rolling about, sometimes chasing a honey bee shadow.  She loves the yard, especially the plants.  When I weed she starts pulling up plants too, thinking she is helping me.  If I leave a pile or bucket of weeds anywhere she drags them into the house and meows until I admire her fine gifts to me.  She rubs on every flower, every shrub, purring her appreciation of their fine qualities.  The greenhouse is her own personal castle.   

And looky!  Hobbitses! 

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I can't say that the situation has improved much since then.  I didn't HAVE to get up that early, I just couldn't sleep any longer.  Could have been mommy vibes, Derek got a hold of a bad pizza yesterday, or else he just has this tummy flu that has been going around, and now he is couch-ridden instead of going to school today. 

I tried to quietly clean out my fridge this morning, in between sipping my yummy coffee and web surfing for such things as this rather funny site that seems to be bent on making celebrities look even stupider than they already do. 

Pajiba, Scathing Reviews For Bitchy People 

I found it whilst pondering this site:

IDontLikeYouInThatWay.com 

I really hope you didn't expect political correctness out of my on a Monday morning.  (Or any other time for that matter). 

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And in my kitchen.  I have a large tote full of potting soil with which to transplant my some of my overcrowded lovelies.  The houseplants must be attended to before spring hits and most of my attention will be on the outside growing things.  I ordered my seeds from Territorial Seed Company online yesterday, lettuce and carrots and lemon cucumbers (my hubbies fav), and two kinds of cherry tomatos (yellow and red), and a good roma tomato (for canning sauce) parsley and basil and rhutabagas oh my!  And even a little watermelon pack.  I already have a quantity of seed, some left over from last year, some I save every year myself.  Peas, flowers, celery, more herbs, potatos of every kind, etc.  Not to mention the already living selection stationed in my garden trying to survive the constant freezing and thawing.  Blueberries, herbs, rhubarb, roses, dahlias, dafeedillies, garlic, anemones, hens and chickens galore, ground covers, lavender, strawberries, logan berries, raspberries.  My little farm.

Then I ordered some books from Amazon, Patricia Evan's new book (I love her), and Martha Stewarts new book and some "How to Survive a Robot/Zombie takeover" type books for Derek, who loves to read and write. 

Derek went to town with his friends for shopping, dinner and a movie.  The house was peaceful, for the most part, until Miss TNT showed up thinking I was going to put in HER Amazon order for her.  I ignored her swearing and bitching as I sat on the couch, watching Sci Fi and crocheting pot holders.  Occasionally I would yell "I'm NOT doing it, MY DAY OFF!" at her.  Three hours later, she got off my computer and went to terrorize someone else.  I continued languishing about in my pajamas.  Whee!

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Not taken by lazy me, oh no, but instead, the ever vacationing parents of Wyrd.  It's a sunset picture taken on their trip of a few weeks ago to Lincoln City. 

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It was a rough week really.  I worked way harder than I intended to.  Friday, I just stayed home and ended up with various company all through the day.  Today, I sit in my fuzzy jammies and drink hot chocolate in my coffee.  It's sunny and clear out, but colder than the bad place.  I know they say its been a balmy 36 degrees here at night, but remember, the temperature gauge they rely upon is at the airport.  By the ocean.  That means it always says the days are cooler than they are, and the nights are warmer.  Its been below 30 most every night for weeks, with no end in sight to this frozen stuff as of yet.  Everyday I check and water my rapidly dehydrating green house plants.  I throw a little more mulch on something else in the garden.  I dig out my warmest of sweaters and slippers. 

I managed to order some seeds and pick up some potting soil, so today the greenhouse gets a straightening up to make way for some seed starting.  Today some of the more exotic houseplants get new dirt and pots.  Like the poor plumeria, who is steadily losing leaves.  I will top dress the hoyas and wind them around my kitchen like a big hoya sculpture.  I will watch gardening shows and drag out my gardening books and get myself in farmer mode.  I vow to get a big jump on spring when it finally gets here.  Woohoo! 

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I'm not really sure why.  Perhaps it's because Tuesday is one of my busiest days.  The day when the seaweed hits the fan.  Everything that I have to accomplish in that week needs to be done or started by Tuesday.  Because frankly, the only real work or scheduling or whatever it is I do only happens two days a week.  Tuesday and Wednesday.  I'm self employed and I'm a wonderful boss.  I give myself five days off a week.  But NOT TODAY. 

Still, it was not as chaotic and weird as my Monday was.  Monday which is usually my regroup and hang out by myself kick back day.  Monday when instead, I had to take the poor sweet old puppy in to the vet to, as it turned out, say his final goodbyes.  Kidney failure.  Monday when I woke up, knowing I had to take this poor old thing into the vet, and it froze here, rather briskly.  NOT HAPPY!

But my last day of work is right around the corner.  And it won't be much.  Then Thursday, meeting day, which really cannot be referred to as work.  More like girl party.  All day.  Doesn't start til 10:00 a.m. for me!  Now THAT'S how I like my work. 

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Yeah I wish.  Well it pretty much will be as I don't intend on leaving the farm.  After struggling with my new found skill (ice driving), and taking care of the poor old dying dog, and all the other things that entail the life of Wyrd, I feel... reclusive.  I am also boyless for the next 24 hours, going on my second day of queendom!  So it's a day of Sci-Fi, hot chocolate in my coffee, and surfing the web, inbetween organizing some paperwork. 

Some pretties I found for you on the wild, wild web:

How to get a free college education online.

Married Means Married You Moron. 

World's Coolest Email. 

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Frozen.  Solid.  But pretty!  Even in town, the snow is only about half melted.  I got up early to warm up the house and do some chores so I may go out and about acquiring the last minute things I need. Milk, movies, pizza.  Survival stuff! 

Then Derek and I can cozy up at home and do important  things.  Like practicing our Third World Farmer skills.  Or, laughing my ass off about how a company who is working on erecting part of the fence that seperates our country from Mexico, is in trouble for hiring illegal aliens.

I think this is very, very hilarious.  First I'm thinking, how good could such a fence really be?  Are they really building a fence at all or are they building a DOOR, or a conveyer belt for easy entry DISGUISED as a fence.  Really can't blame them though.  Our own government profits by hiring illegals themselves.  Why should other companies behave any differently? 

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Sounds like some kind of kinky drink doesn't it.  But no.  It is the reality of us banana belters of Oregon.  Last night we were going over Libby, in a tremendous hail and snow blizzard.  There was an unprecedented amount of traffic, and people were fishtailing around us.  Mr. Wyrd was driving, so as long as I kept reminding him that he was not in the stang, all was well.

This morning we awoke to a few inches of winter wonderland.  Later on, it snowed more, with big fat flakes that were, AND I SWEAR TO THIS, ....   Two.  Inches.  Wide.  I sent the children out to practice their snow survival skills in a non critical situation.  They walked to Taco Bell.  They called from town:

Derek:  Mom?  We are walking to my friends house but we are going to stop at home because we are COLD.

Hehe.  I TOLD THEM. 

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We had a week long visit from our newly wed navy son and his wife.  It went unexpectedly really good.  Our son has grown up, ALOT, and his wife was quite amusing.  The weather was terrible here, but we still managed to cruise out to the beach and watch the twirling surf.  We visited relatives and watched movies together.  We made pictures out of M&M's and drank a glass of wine.  Wonderful way to start the new year!

Which is starting off deceptively calmly.  We are covered tonight by a thick fog, heavy with water.   Next post, I give you my new addiction!

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