The Days Of Wyrd

And that's why you are being subjected to one more kitty picture.  Kitty ala carte (without cone).  She is frisky and severely underfoot.  And thusly she has been stepped on twice so far today.  I think wearing the cone for a week distorted her depth perception.  Or else just made her way too brave. 

She is used to sticking to me like glue, crippled by the big blue cone made for kitties with longer legs.  She couldn't always eat without help, or walk, or clean herself.  It made her very insecure and dependent, much like a two year old.  Now she's back to her bratty teenager self.  Pretty much.

In other news, it's still cool and drizzly.  According to the always wrong weather forecasts, it should be that way until NEXT Friday.  Which actually makes me happy.  It's perfect transplanting weather for the garden.  So don't sit on your couch and mope about the weather the whole holiday.  Get out and do some planting. 

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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. 

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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. 

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Speed gardening is what happens when you get 2 nice days in a whole month instead of the 10-20 that are typical of the month of April on the Oregon coast.  After weeks of cold and windy and snowy and hailing weather we were blessed with a few warm and wonderful days.

Mr. Wyrd and I weeded and composted and moved around the many plant beings that inhabit our yard.  I transplanted Heinz tomatoes and night blooming jasmine and dwarf snapdragons and Siam basil and marigolds, about 300 plants in all.  My greenhouse, once stuffed full, is now an echoey mess of dirt and containers. 

Which means, of course, I have to start more stuff.

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A perfect, warm summer's day.  In the middle of winter weather.  Only it isn't summer, and it isn't winter.  I blame it on the ever continuing earthquakes.  We made the news!  Hundreds of earthquakes off the Oregon coast, indicative of volcanic activity.  Only there is no volcano.  Or so they say.  But there probably is molten lava movement.  On the off shore fault.  Whee?

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I am right at this moment watching a fox news clip that is blah blahing about our Oregon beaches and wrecks.  They are talking about how efforts are being made to save the wrecks.  I don't see any of those efforts being made myself. 

Last weekend we stuffed the parents in the 4-wheel drive and took them to behold the George L. Olsen.  This was our third trip.  Each time we go, we see more damage to the ship.  Chunks of the outer hull are missing, revealing the unbleached wood underneath.  I would suspect people are taking  souvenirs, which is rather sad.

The ocean is taking its toll as well.

This is a previous picture I took of the shipwreck.

This is the same side of the boat as the previous picture.  I took this last weekend.  You can see how close the sand is to covering up the portholes now.  As for the back of the boat, which is still partially buried in the sand, people are being allowed to climb all over it, up and down the sea wall.  And trust me, everyone is touching the boat.  Oh sure, the cops are there, but they only seem to be interested in people who are going over 25 miles an hour.  No effort is being made WHATSOEVER to keep people from touching/climbing on/destroying the wreck.  And don't even get me started about the stupidity of destroying the New Carissa.

A reef for fish, a perch for the birds, and a wondrous site for human beings.  What's not to love?  Can our city fathers/mothers actually make a decision that makes sense?  Why tear up something that has attracted so much attention, that has provided so much entertainment.  Not to mention how much money destroying the Carissa would cost.  I just don't get it. 

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My daddy took this picture.  The eclipse the one of the most fantastic sites I have ever seen.  At the peak of the eclipse, the moon was just a boiling dark red.  I can see why an ancient type person might have thought the world was going to end.

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On our way towards the George L. Olsen and the New Carrisa, we pause briefly by the old Coast Guard barracks for a picture.

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 Sometimes, the people at the boat, are every bit as interesting as the boat itself.

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