drowning at 7 feet sea level
Wot the hell, Archie! I don’t have much to say these days, anyway. Well, nothing safe for primetime… so here are a couple of Sim 4 screen caps.
San Myshuno, clouded in… smog? Or just an early morning nuclear glow?
Newcrest. Took the picture because it irritated me. I use the hood for a modern look but the Sim Gods have decreed that its ‘scenery’ be of an earlier time…
My homes are in the foreground, obv.
Yes, this is the type of thing that excites me. I’m easy.
My tiny little Early Bird Crape Myrtles (from Wilson Bros, a top notch place IMO) are budding! They’re still so small themselves, but so healthy and perfect!
And I put the poor root-bound philo in the ground. It’s going to be massive!
That’s it for this morning. Still much to do in this yard but not today… I have to give my body the day off.
One year ago tonight I took Bree on her last car ride.
It’s been a long, bad year. Other than that horrible night I’ve not mourned her, pushing everything down deep.. so far down I couldn’t feel anything. Then a week ago I was cleaning the house, listening to music (some of us dinosaurs still have iPods!) and James Taylor’s Never Die Young started. I didn’t notice, until he sang “…take the sky, forsake the moon…”. And I collapsed into a weeping rag. You could have done anything to me at that moment; I was immersed in grief, not reality.
Younghaven’s Take the Sky, a.k.a. ‘Breagha’
Guess you’re really gone. At least I can cry for you now. I will forever miss you and forever look for you everywhere, as if you’re only just out of sight.
What’s really funny is that I can never get her belly hair, so it’s always wafting away down there… along with some of the foot hair because Queen Daisy is a diva and doesn’t want her feet touched.
Holy moly, the pompoms are seeds!
How cool is this? The canna blooms have pompoms!
…which used to be Over the Hedge…
I figured a PVC fence would go down in a hurricane as fast as a wood one, so. Here’s one picture, as it corresponds to the one I posted previously.
Yep, it got me. Preparation for our new fence led to cleaning out weeds and… rash. But I can’t find the plant. Every year… but I can never find it. How crazy is that?
Meanwhile, I’ve got a massive canna near the front door. Think I’m hoping that it, along with the v. large green thing on the other side of the walk, it will discourage visitors. Let me tell you, Amazon drivers are not easily intimidated by foliage. Thankfully, neither are Whole Foods delivery drivers.
Yesterday we had a Publix delivery… (Of course I’m spoiled now.) Our first smoker. The bags were horrible; they smelled like they’d been sitting in a giant ashtray and someone had exhaled smoke right into them. We almost vomited. My allergies went insane and I was drugged and in bed by 7:00p.
I did contact Instacart and they “unpaired this shopper from all of your future orders.”
The fence went in yesterday, but I’ve yet to get any good pictures.
Later, gators. Must soak my arm in salt water. Oh, hell yes it’s infected! Grrr…
The Man knocked down the concrete structure yesterday – so quickly I’d no time to film him.
He is now digging out concrete slab. Didn’t need to; just having fun!
In related home news, the bugger behind us has almost completely de-nuded his yard and taken all our shade away.
AND put a dent in our fence. Sigh. Sometimes living on a postage stamp makes me a bit crazy…
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