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May 15, 2008

Hotter Than Barbie's Booty

 

After the sun started to go down, it cooled to 90 degrees on the porch.  I have been watering constantly today.  Not only is this heat dangerous for plants, but it also poses a massive threat to us used-to-cool-weather coastal beings.  Thank goodness I have trees and plants, it turns my zone into a balmy jungle region instead of a desert wasteland. 

I kept the house closed up today, (mostly because kitty got herself in another scrap and had an abscess, requiring her to have a drain put in, meaning no outside), and the ceiling fan on.  Everytime I thought I was going to die from the heat, I just went outside, where it was 20 degrees hotter.  I cannot imagine that tomorrow will be even hotter.  Is this possible? 

It's a perfect evening for that walk on Sunset Beach. 

May 14, 2008

Wednesday is my Friday.

Because it's my last of two real workdays.  I'm exceedingly lucky however, even my work is fun.  And it's not the only REAL work I do.  Just the part of work which I actually have to leave home for. 

Anyway.

Mother's day recap:  I got a truckload of gorgeous compost.  I also sent a truckload of compost to my mommy.  Derek's present to us both was to unload said compost.  Considering the tropical weather we are having, the dirt came just in time.  Soon you will be seeing pictures of my gardening antics.  And that's not a lie, like it was the last time, when I said I would give you my bread recipe later in the week and I did not.  But don't worry.  You will get that too.  Promise.

And just to show you I mean business, here's a pretty picture for you.

I have no idea who any of these people are. 

March 10, 2008

I'm Standing on My Excuse.

My excuse for neglecting all that I am responsible for.  I'm blaming my big fat ingrown toenail.  I know it sounds like such a little thing to you.  But when it happened to me and my big fat toe was pounding and hurting, I thought, hmm, a little like bad labor.

When it first started hurting I kind of soaked it here and there, and just limited my wearing of hard shoes unless absolutely necessary, which I kind of do all the time anyway.  I was probably born in a barn too.  But then one day after abusing said toe, it started hurting bad enough that I knew a remedy was soon in order. 

So I did what I always do when I have a question.  I searched the web.  There I found a list of standard home treatments.  Half the people said, soak your toe, dig out your toenail and stuff crap underneath of it.  The other half said especially don't do anything I just mentioned.  Then if that didn't work go to the doctor.  

So I searched for information on what doctors did to you.  They cut off the side of the toenail a few times.  Then when that doesn't work they rip off the whole thing.  Then when that doesn't work they rip off the whole thing and treat it with napalm or some such shit so that it NEVER GROWS BACK AGAIN.  After all this lovely information and the joy of looking at pictures that make Freddy look benign, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  If all else failed I vowed to see the doctor.

So.

My house became a toe hospital.

In the bathroom I had witch hazel, cotton, soaking solutions, a tub, and a variety of surgical implements (metal files). By the couch, I had vitamins and ibuprofen.  I arranged things so that I did not have to walk very far to accomplish my TASKS.

And you know what?  I was lucky, so far it has worked.

What worked for me was:

1. keeping off my feet as much as possible

2. absolutely no shoe wearing, only loose sandals and socks, or just socks.

3. If my toe didnt hurt too bad, I pried up part of the nail, after soaking my feet, and gently pushed a small twisted wad of witch hazel soaked cotton underneath of it.  Three of four times a day is a really good idea.  Sometimes I used a goldenseal tincture.  I bet an essiac tinture would have been good as well.

4. Soaking my feet at least 4 times a day.  Though less was better than nothing, soaking them more kept Mr. Fat Toe healing faster.

5. Just in case, I ordered this strange thing on the web.  It's a rectangular piece of something technical that you glue to the top of your toenail.  It has a memory, that makes it want to flatten back out, so it pulls the sides of your toenails up slightly.  They say you get immediate relief and 80% of people were cured.  Whatever.  I didn't have to use it so I don't know.

6. Oh yeah.  I also put a bandage on my toe, only on the underside, as if I had cut the bottom of my toe.  You apply it right up to, but not on, the edge of your toenail, and wrap it around the back, and slightly pointing towards your heel.  My bandage was pretty big so I wrapped it clear around the other side of my toe, and stuck it on the top of my foot.  I realized, that you could pull it tight enough to jam the OTHER side of your toenail into your toe.  Potentially causing an ingrown toenail problem on both sides of your poor sad hurting little toe.  So don't do that. 

7.  By the way, and I know this will come as a surprise to all of you, but, I am NOT a doctor. 

February 27, 2008

A Little Intermission

Just a little bathroom break so to speak, a hiatus from pictures of ships and flowers.  A brief PAUSE.  A bit of Eye Candy.  Check out that bejewel-like igloo.  When I was little, my beloved cousin was going to build an igloo for him and I.  An igloo with which we could escape the adult world (we were in trouble.  again.).  A little underground home made of ice.  Furniture.  All ice.  Only there was no ice.  Just dirt.  And though we tried hard.  All we managed to do was to dig up the old dead cat.  And then we were in trouble.  Again.

I'll stop now. 

December 30, 2007

I'm Kissing the Old Year Goodbye.

One.  Day.  At.  A.  Time.  But not using any tongue.  Thinking, I will never see you again December 30, 2007.  Farewell my old friend.  Putting to rest one busy, busy year.  A year, that I will never experience again.  *sniff*.

That's my Pisces Moon talking. 

My Aries Sun says, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY 2007.  I can't WAIT for 2008 to start, WOOHOO!

In other news:  They canceled my high surf warning, those bastards.  My dad called and said that as the tide came in, he could see some surf.  So I will go look later anyway.  

It's been pouring and hailing and cold and miserable.   Perfect weather for baking, cleaning and piddling.  Not so great for running around on the beach.  WHICH I MUST DO AND SOON.  I really need my ocean fix.