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So, I still haven't gotten the hang of folding fitted sheets - I do it, and then forget - and so I did a bit of YouTubing to find some helpful hints. I found one woman's cute post, and then saw she had a channel with such gems as "how to apply red lipstick". Ok, I watched that one - a skill I assume I'll never require - and thought, if this woman is not a dyke, she should be.

Well, how nice to know my gaydar is working well.

It also helps if the woman my gaydar is twingeing over is attractive; I'm so crass. She even makes cocktails. I might buy her book too. :-)

Move over, Nigella, I say.

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Mastercard just offered to bump my credit limit up by 10 grand. Which would bring my credit limit for that card to 24K.

Somehow I think they won't let you use Mastercard to put down a house deposit. I might get some use out of it that way...

Ok, I earn 6 figures, but only just. And I won't be once I stop doing on-call work in the next couple of months. Seriously, why do they want to give me so much credit? Especially since, ironically enough, they rang to bitch at me last month because I was late on a payment - first time ever. I'd simply left the previous month's statement in a stupid place and forgot about it. None of this, "Oh, look, you have a great payment record, perhaps you didn't receive your statement last month?" No, it was like, "PAY UP NOW OR THERE WILL BE NASTY DEBT COLLECTORS". Wankers.

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My debit card has been compromised, and some fuckers have attempted to siphon $2K out of my bank account. Thank god for the CPS bank, because after about $150 worth of transactions, they put a hold on the rest, cancelled my card and gave me a call. The transactions are still sitting there as "pending" (with the funds unavailable), and they still might get processed, but I can claim back later if that happens.

For the life of me, I can't think how it was compromised. I paid for my travel to NZ and some sundries on it. I use the PIN and the card does not leave my hands, so it is unlikely to have been skimmed. Also, it's VISA transactions that are the problem, not debits from my savings account (which my card is linked to). No viruses or malware on my machine - I've just scanned it using three different tools, to be sure. I haven't been signing up to dodgy porn sites or dodgy any other sites. I booked my travel to NZ using reputable sites like Wotif, Air NZ and Virgin. There are no transactions listed on Paypal. Amazon can't transfer funds elsewhere... The pending transactions were all to shitty "adult" sites.

The only thing I can think of was I ordered some gear from the US a couple of months ago, and because the merchant was not set up to accept CC payments online for non-US payers, I very reluctantly sent my CC details via poxy email. In 4 different messages over 2 days, but still. Perhaps their system has been compromised. Well, I'll be emailing them to see if they've had any issues - they were very professional in their dealings in general, other than the payment processing - I most CERTAINLY will follow best practice in future to not email stupid things again. And I'll continue racking my brains to see if there might have been some other place I've left CC details.

The ironic thing is that over the last couple of months, I've been trying to locate a disposable credit card supplier. The only one I've found in Australia only sells them in units of $50, and does not refund any leftover balances. Screw that for a joke. Time to get a regular CC with maybe a $300 limit and start using that, methinks.

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There are many many things I am capable of doing, and some of them I do quite well, but it turns out that tub-dying a heavy cotton bedspread is not one of them. The undyed spotches are so bad I can't even pretend they were an intended artistic effect.

Meh, I can't exactly bowl up to the local laundromat and toss the bedcover and more dye into one of their machines. I'll have to think of something else, but perhaps not when my hormones are about to blow.

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There have been all manner of fun goings-on in my kitchen this last day or so. Last night, I had an encounter with one of those HUGE revolting American cockroaches. Ggggggh. I managed to trap it in an old Chinese food container and got rid of it that way, but man, they give me the shits. I've been here for 18 months now, and haven't seen them before, but maybe this weather has brought them out.

I've now festooned everywhere around my stove with long-life baits, and I'm hoping I won't see any more. I might prefer not to have too many toxic chemicals in my life, but when it comes to cockroaches, fuck it. I've been having mild (but sympathetic, honest) chuckles about people's encounters with spiders lately (not a problem for me), so perhaps this is Karma.

Then today I opened up my pantry, only to find zillions of moths flying out at me. I've had to toss out almost every nut and grain product I owned. I feel about as happy about weevils as I do cockroaches, and I'm normally pretty anal about freezing any nut or grain product to kill any potential weevils before I put them in the cupboard. I must have missed something (possibly some popcorn I bought a few weeks back). I had a few things in the thin plastic bags that I'd scooped things like rice and lentils into from the bulk bins, and the fuckers had eaten through the bags, which were actually well-sealed at the top. There were all these little tiny holes through the plastic. I'd left the lid of one of my plastic rice tubs slightly unsealed, barely a millimetre - that was enough. My screwtop muesli jar had suspicious amounts of flakey stuff at the bottom  and throughout the muesli (I only bought it a few days ago), so that was tossed.

Yuck yuck yuck yuck. I might have looked like a complete tool wearing rubber gloves to carry the two bags of stuff I had to toss to the big rubbish hoppers, but I don't care. It's better than letting any of that shit touch me. I've been "airing" the pantry for a few hours, and nothing further has flown out of it lately. I suppose I need to start scrubbing the shelves. Ick.

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I cracked the first of my ginger beers today, and should probably have done that a few days ago - the results were fountainous. Oh well, my kitchen floor (and bench, and sink, and splashback) needed a wash anyway. Thank god for the Grolsch bottles, because they didn't break of themselves. I've depressurised all the others, and have lost about 1/4 of the contents in the process.

The one I've drunk is ironically not quite as fizzy as I would like, undoubtedly due to the nice bubbles exhausting themselves everywhere else but in the glass first. ETA: the second one has perfect fizziness, with the bubbles having a chance to recover a bit in the next bottle.

Also, not quite as gingery as I would prefer - I started off with fresh ginger, but supplemented with fairly old powdered ginger, which was probably not the best thing to do. Maybe a tad less lemon as well (I'm amazed at that - I like lemon), but I got the sweetness exactly right - i.e. I used only 2/3rds of the recommended amount of sugar.

Still, it's very refreshing and nom. When I refine the recipe a bit further, I'll post it up.

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Dear lady in the groovy kiddies' shop:

I shouldn't have to tell you three times that it doesn't matter whether the gifts are for a boy or a girl when it comes to selecting the wrapping paper. I want cute paper to go with the cute little robot pants, dinky top and groovy toy I just bought; that is all.

Ok, you don't know me, and maybe I want some girlie paper for a little girl (although since the paper selection is sitting there right in front of the counter, I can actually use my eyes). But I shouldn't have to tell you twice more that it's irrelevant. I mean, seriously, STFU.

No love,


However, welcome to the world, wee Josephine. You couldn't have chosen better parents or a cooler older sister, so you've made a fantastic start.

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I'm renewing the lease on my flat - I've been here over a year, OMG - and the nice landlady wants to do an inspection. Also, it was about time I got it looking slightly more presentable.

As part the spring clean, I've cleared out the load of books that have ended up by my bed. This in no way represents the total of what I've read these last few months - it's just the ones I happened to finish it some point before switching off my light. :-)

Creation in Death - JD Robb. I love these trashy futuristic detective stories. Not candy floss - more salt n vinegar chips washed down with a beer.
In the Last Analysis - Amanda Cross. This is the first Kate Fansler detective story that "Amanda Cross" (Carolyn Heilbrun) wrote in the early 60s, and how nice to see a strong independent female detective-cum-academic lead character in that era.
Economia - by Geoff Davies. This is a very long look at alternatives to the current economic systems. He is a geologist by trade, and navigates an unusual route to discuss what he thinks an economy could look like (he essentially likes mutual banking systems). The main things I agree with are the fact that growth for growth's sake is unsustainable, and that despite the pretence otherwise, economics is a social science, and humans are not necessarily rational actors. So, interesting food for thought, but I unfortunately believe - like anarchism - his ideas have a snowball's chance of being implemented.
A Grave Talent - Laurie R. King. I think Laurie King is one of the best contemporary detective writers. She writes a whole series based on the Sherlock Holmes stories - which are great and really well done - but this is one of her lesbian detective stories. So nice to have queer protagonists in books written by non-queer authors.
Undead and Unwed - MaryJanice Davidson. Just as trashy as you might expect, but an amusing romp.
Fool's Gold - Gillian Tett. This book by a Financial Times journo is the best analysis of the recent credit meltdown I've read so far. While she leans a little heavily on her apparent sources inside J.P. Morgan, she clearly explains the issues, what CDOs and the other derivatives actually do, and also explains some of the personalities involved. I laughed out loud at the assertion by one of the players that markets are "efficient and rational" - do economists and other people in the money business seriously still believe that? - but she reported it with a straight face.
I Never Knew That About London - Christopher Winn. Little quirky facts about various places around London, organised loosely by borough. Since I've read quite a bit of the history of London, there was a reasonable amount I did know, but there are also lots of interesting nuggets that I didn't.
Confessions of an Eco Sinner - Fred Pearce. This guy decides to trace the origins of various goods and foods he consumes, and finds out some interesting stuff. Frank, but balanced and non-preachy.
Strong Poison - Dorothy Sayers. A classic. Nuff said.
Dare, Truth or Promise - Paula Boock. A great teenage coming-out story/romance set in NZ. One of the better ones I've read from any country.
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte. Another classic.
Big Bangs - Howard Goodall. A book based on a TV series done by the composer to discuss the five greatest innovations in Western music. He talks about musical notation, the invention of the piano, the equal temperament developed by Bach, opera,  and the invention of recorded sound (he makes the observation that recorded music actually makes it possible to listen to music by ancient instruments that would not normally remain in tune for an entire piece). All interesting stuff.
Amazons - edited by Jessica Salmonson. This is a fairly typical assemblage of fantasy short stories written by women up to the 1980s. She says in the introduction that the stories were not chosen to be about victims or revenge, but seriously, FAIL. Depressing earnest angsty stuff, and it epitomises the strain of women's SFF I loathe. Sort of the flip side of the Stephen Donaldson/George R.R. Martin genre. God knows why I've hung onto it this long - time to toss it.
Sacred Spirit - Mercedes Lackey. I know I know, about Lackey, but about 1 in 7 of her books are entertaining reads, even if they're not the most nuanced fantasy books in the world. These are like eating fries from McDonalds - you know you shouldn't, but sometimes they just hit the spot.
The Time Trap. Classic time management how-to book, and it's bounced off me entirely. I need to figure out a way of organising myself, but I haven't come up with a method that's likely to work for me yet. I am not and have never been a list-maker, and a book that is essentially about making lists doesn't help much.
Wavewalker - Stella Duffy. I love these suspense books by Stella Duffy. Kiwi-in-London author with dyke protagonist FTW.
Lois Lenz, Lesbian Secretary - Monica Nolan. A hilarious piss-take of 1950s pulp novels, and a cute romance story as well.
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen. Totally my favourite Austen, closely followed by Northanger Abbey.
Play Piercing - Deborah Addington. Pretty obvious what this one's about!
The Flame Takers - Lilith Norman. Classic children's fantasy story by a prominent Australian children's author. I bought the book from AbeBooks for a ridiculous amount of money quite recently. Of course it's out of print.
The Changeover - Margaret Mahy. One of Mahy's best young adult stories, set in suburban NZ. I like her combination of suspense with nice resolutions, and the fact she doesn't back away from teenage sexuality.


Sep. 2nd, 2009 10:17 pm
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The chick next door has a female friend visiting her right now. Suddenly, something from that side of the wall is making massive buzzy noises, and one of the women is giggling like a loon. I'm not sure if I want to know why.

(FWIW, it sounds a bit like someone sanding a table in short bursts, but I don't think you'd be doing that at 10:15pm. Or giggling about it)

(Ahh, it might be a blender used on a bench. Cocktails, perhaps?)

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... it's ok, I'll be able to churn the essay out by tomorrow evening, when it's due.

But I spent a pile of dosh over the weekend, I will be able to pay cash to have my car painted (it's going to cost over $5000, ie. three times what I paid for the car), and I can pay for next semester's studies ($3000). I like having this luxury of enough money. The second half of this year will be me starting to seriously save as much as possible.

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My car was sick for a wee while - the niggling idling problem that has been happening off and on, but we think we've gotten to the root of it - an intermittent electrical problem. But, alas! My mechanic will be retiring at the end of June. Still, the second-in-charge guy likes my car as well, so we should be all good.

Anyway, I spent most of the day dashing around, buying food, the makings of two presents, Asian grocery stuff (can't find yam flour, alas), blah blah. And I got it all done before the nice rain started. I was talking to the cute chick at work last week, and she told me how she finds the sound of rain "disturbing". Wow, that's something I have absolutely no understanding of. Of course, I wasn't born and bred here.

Now I should really get going on my reading review of the week: "Why is it so hard to be fair?" And I need to research some stuff on a debate we're doing in two weeks - "That organisational culture cannot change" - we have the negative. Slightly silly way of proposing the debate topic;  logically speaking, all we need is ONE counter-example. I'm thinking of the HP/Compaq merger, and I'll try not to ascribe the cultural change to all the guys uniting in their hatred of the boss lady. But my other team members might have some ideas - we did think alluding to at least one example was a good idea for argument-building. I volunteered to go first during the debate, since hopefully I can get it out the way before collapsing in a heap of stage fright. There's less than 30 in the class, but still. D:

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I actually managed to wake myself up at a decent hour this morning and took myself off to the farmers' market at Epic. I got tasty happy pig bacns (the BLT is getting itself ready as we speak), mung bean sprouts, soba and fried tofu from the Sprout Lady, sourdough rye bread, fresh lemon pepper pasta, some asstd veges (no beans, alas - I'm so growing those next year), some real cider (it's a teeny bit drier than I like, but it's the real thing, and I can add a tidge of apple juice to sweeten it. $20 for a 750ml bottle is pricey, but I've paid that much for cider in Hereford), a lemon polenta cakey, and some hot chai to wander around with. The chai is great because they use plenty of cardamom, my favourite spice.

It's a perfect day to have had a nice wee bike ride - sunny and slightly cool. Wow, summer seems to have decided it's OVER with a bang.
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Haircut, yayaayay. My new hairdresser is such a dude - he put me onto a new musical genre called "Igloo", which I'm having troubles tracking down. He's an old dnb man from way back, so I would assume his recs to at least somewhat intersect with my tastes (although he doesn't like dubstep - too two-steppy for him, but I don't get that sense from it).

Rant about fuckwit at tattoo shop )

In more productive news, I got four cream coloured and nicely-textured cushions that won't clash with my couches. I also got a cocktail shaker and some Grand Marnier, so it'll be margaritas tomorrow, baybeh. Also, I got the makings for sangria, which I haven't done in ages. There was a NZ syrah (NZ-grown shiraz is often labelled thus, due to the more French style they tend to put out) I spotted at the booze shop called "The Underarm". This made me LOL; it's been a while. ;-) On a more serious note, it sounds like a tasty wine, so I'll get it another time. However, the $10 tempranillo for the sangria was what I was there for. Something cooling for this weather!

I also went to see Milk this evening. It's a good movie, and Sean Penn was great. I'll give it a B+, because the pacing was kind of strange. I'm glad it's getting prominence, because I think it's important for people to know their queer history. Harvey Milk was obviously of his time and place, but he certainly influenced the gay rights movement and its level of political engagement in many countries, including my own.

I had a woman sit next to me in the movie theatre, who I had a brief chat with (she asked if the seat were free and what I was reading), and who looked very stereotypically straight - very slender, trendy clothing, very done hair. However, she was extremely engaged in the movie, to the point of quite earnestly crying in the final scenes. Perhaps she does that with all movies, but it certainly made me wonder what it was about the movie that spoke to her. Hm.

Then sushi at Tasuke and home to melt a bit more.
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...and then I was thinking of taking a wee trip into town to have a decadent lunch in a nice cafe

maybe not )

Canberra's in the north-western quadrant, right where the band of thunderstorms is. Oh well, at least my car got another rinse before I parked it in its shelter.
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You know, I thought that kind of house music was boring 20-odd years ago, and it's interesting to note that while the artists have changed, the music is still as boring as hell.


PS. I hated the house remix of Small Town Boy in '87 or whenever it was. Your remixed house version is worse.

NB. This is the first party they've had, and at least they haven't been playing shit bogan-boy music for the last four hours, but it's funny how in some genres, plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

NBNB. I had a nice Xmas feast with the CDL and the Bear. There were many happy things drunk and eaten, and pooches patted. Yay!

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So I trundled off to the Belconnen markets to do a bit of holiday food gathering today, and was lured into the clutches of the book remainders store, as usual. It's a very good one of its kind. I ended up buying over 100 bucks' worth of books, including this one on knots (I have zillions already, but I seem to like knot books in the same way I like cookbooks). The young chap behind the counter was totalling my purchases and said "Wow, we were just talking about how popular this book on tying knots is! We keep getting it in and it keeps selling! We haven't figured out why so many people are buying it!"

I did manage to keep a completely straight face, and said "Well, it can be handy to know a few good knots". He gave me this look of "Why do you need more than a granny knot or a bow for anything?" and after a few moments, a glimmer of illumination started to seep through. I think. He was very efficient - but still pleasant - with the rest of the transaction.

Also, wine salesguy at the primo wineshop in Manuka? Saying "Gosh, yes, customers keep asking for different kinds of sherry. It seems they have real problems tracking good stuff down", when you've only got five middling-range kinds at the back of the shop, seems to me like someone is missing a sales opportunity here. Do you think?

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Thank god. It has been a weekend of domesticity. I did washing, bought a couple of pots to put some herbs in on my balcony, found out that the Canberra Organic Gardeners association has community garden allotments in O'Connor (next suburb over - who knows if any are available though - I missed their monthly meeting last week, meh), and bottled the elderflower cordial I made last weekend from the elder bushes around the property. There are zillions around this part of town, although now it's too late to make cordial, if anyone else might have been interested. I also did vacuuming and other exciting things.

I have not, however, unpacked my books or CDs. I should do CDs. With books, I need to think about perhaps buying another bookshelf, and where to put them all. Mmmm.

I also had a visit from my next-door neighbour, who asked me not to scrape their car with my door (our parking spaces are very close). I've actually been fairly conscious of not hitting their car (because I don't like it when mine get scratched!), but maybe sometime while I've been unloading craploads of stuff these last couple of weeks? Hm. He was very nice about it, but I find it difficult to know what to say when I don't think I've done something I shouldn't, but the possibility is there. "I don't think I did, but I'll make sure to stay conscious of it" sounds fucking mealy-mouthed and irresponsible, but it's what I said. Oh well.

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I had a nice time at the CDL and the Bear's yesterday, building another garden patch, which we did mightly due to the CDL doing most of the heavy stuff since I managed to do something bizarre to my back last week. Thank god for osteopaths (since it's ok today). There was nommy smoked trout risotto and wine and conversation afterwards.

Today I just pootled around and hovered over some of the baby plants that are sprouting - there are broccoli, leeks, snow peas, onions and rhubarb just showing their new shoots.

And this evening was mainly occupied with an oldie-but-a-goodie Flash game, Zoo Keeper Quest. It's like Bejeweled, but with cute animals and a grumpy boss. JayIsGames also explains how to play the Quest mode, as opposed to the regular game.

And now I should really go to sleep. The osteopath was giving me 20 questions about my "depleted adrenals" (as they all do, for some reason) and asking me if my life is majorly stressful. Actually, it's not. I'm acquiring a bunch of new responsibilities at work, and it's a bit stressful working out how exactly we're going to deal with some inadequately-documented systems, but we'll figure it out one way or another. I've been avoiding writing a report for the last two weeks - I've done 4 pages, whoopee - but that's my usual level of procrastination. Home is ok, but there will be some changes coming up, and all my other personal matters and finances are chugging along fine. I go to work, come home at a decent hour and dink around, go to bed, see the CDL at intervals. The osteo also asked me if I feel tired all the time - I do, because I'm not very good at making myself go to bed by 11:30 (see!), especially when I know I need 8 1/2 hours' sleep - or if I'd ever had ME or something like. No, I haven't. Maybe I just have a low disruption threshold, or I get subliminally stressed by feeling ignorant about stuff I have to do (like write a business analysis for the first time without a specific model or maintain systems I know f-a about)... but I don't feel that consciously concerned. Or maybe I really am a delicate little flower. Feh.

I also had a gastroscopy a few weeks back due to the problem I've been having with gastric reflux, which manifests itself as violent nausea when I try to go to sleep (nothing so obvious as heartburn), and the procedure found nothing wrong with me. The specialist asked me how much I drank alcohol (lightly), smoked (not at all), drank coffee (one or two a week) and ate red meat (not at all). I do eat large portions. He mentioned three times that I should consider losing weight because it can "put pressure" on the gastric region. Since I consider myself to be mildly overweight at best (although I have stacked on a bit this winter), and my stomach is not actually fat, I was fairly peeved by this advice. I should be going back to the GP for a follow-up, and I should ask him if that was serious specific advice rather than pulling-it-out-of-his-arse default advice - but I've been too annoyed to do so, frankly. I hate not finding specific things wrong with me when something is wrong.

I have worked out that I should start eating smaller portions - I'm not a snacker, but maybe I'll have to learn, especially in the evening - and there's no way I can eat anything after about 8:30pm if I want to sleep at a decent hour. The proton-pump inhibitor the doc has prescribed certainly relieves the symptoms, but I hate taking medications continually. I think I'll revisit going to a homeopath, since it's evidently not a mechanical problem (ie. an ulcer), but I won't go to the one I last saw in Mittagong, since she reminds me too much of my last g/f (not to mention the fact that she insisted on asking me about three times in each session if I consider myself to be an "angry person". FWIW, I don't - I'm easily irritated, but when I actually get angry, it's fairly rare and extremely not nice. Evidently she didn't understand the distinction - or, even if she thought I was delusional and that I am "angry" all the time, as a homeopath you're supposed to treat the cognitive dissonance, not keep prodding at it verbally).

Bah, I'm not as grumpy as all this sounds. I don't like feeling that my body is less than 100%, but things are chugging along ok in general, and life is generally positive.

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...but perhaps sometimes it's not worth arguing with it.

I'm in the throes of PMT, and while I don't feel grumpy in the slightest, I'm clumsy and vague as all buggery. I managed to injure my girlfriend, not once, but twice yesterday. I have also made the discovery that if one keeps one's phone in one's knee pocket while doing earthworks because one is supposed to be on call, one should ensure that one removes said phone before tossing the grubby combats into the wash. For some reason, phones seem to not work as well - or at all - after being immersed in 20 deg water and a mixture of salts and surfactants for a couple of hours.

Amusingly enough, while I'm busy taking out my vagueness on everyone and everything around me, I've only managed to scratch myself once very slightly. I haven't cut myself with the bread knife while slicing tasty sourdough loaf. I haven't dropped my chopping knife on my toes. I haven't drilled parts of my anatomy while rehanging the shed door. I haven't stood on a rake or a shovel, despite littering the ground with them assiduously yesterday. Oh well.

On the constructive front, [ profile] saluqi and I did a monty shopping run yesterday (farmers' market food, and, er, shelves), and constructed two small garden beds, which are the nucleus of the new garden we're building at their place. V exciting. Once those have "cooked" for a month or so (they're lasagna/no dig beds), we'll be able to plant out the seedlings I'll hopefully have ready by then. After ensuring we have some adequate breeze protection. Herb garden, fruit trees and shrubberies to come.

I have also found that if one is after full-body exercise and enhancement of core strength, nothing is better than filling a wheelbarrow with wet coir and trundling it up a 10-20 deg slope for a 100 metres or so. More than once.
trixtah: (Default) a manner of speaking, I've gone berserk this weekend planting some seeds for the new garden that [personal profile] saluqi and I will be constructing at her and [profile] faxon's new property. The place I'm living at now has a very dinky potting shed, so I'm using that to start things off. I've been updating the MyFolia log - if anyone other than [personal profile] kightp also has a journal there, give me a shout-out. :-)

I've planted peas, tomatoes, leeks, beans, celery and onions. I forgot to get some corn seeds yesterday, so I'll be off to do that now. I also got what bean seeds were available from the health food shop at Belconnen markets, and the beans are all the flat kind, which aren't my favourite. Still, hopefully they'll grow, and I might order some nice round French beans as well.

I'm planting all the seeds into potting mix and growing them on as much as possible. Things like peas and beans can be directly sown, but we had variable results with that last year, due to the depredations of bloody earwigs.

Off for decadent lunch (I suppose it's too late to call it "brunch" now)!


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