July 21, 2010
I love summer. I love our community garden. Today I was thinking that if a child grew at the rate a zuccini (courgette) plant does each day, you’d have a stroke saying good morning to your son/daughter each day. Another gardener gave me two ton of advice today. My garden is looking tremendous! This year I wanted to have a good year in it and thanks to my friends Helen and Earl who came and helped me dig it (when my hip was banjaxed from falling over), the small plot is flourishing.
I am blessed to have and enjoy lovely summer days with my son, who is a dote. Today we embarked on a home reno project together of making shelves from scraps of wood. Unfortunately our hammer is missing in action. How do you lose a hammer in 600 square feet? And who ate two of the drill bits, and the chuck key?
July 21, 2010
God save me from audacious male galoots. Make that Galoots. Indeed make that GALOOTS. You’d get more sense out of a pod of potato seeds. In fact you’d get more sense from a conversation with an acid tab sitting on the shelf of a fridge untouched by human tongue.
I’d like to say I’ve encountered enough of the above, therefore if you are one, do not make yourself known to me. Find a milk float and join the bottles, they’ll make a remarkably similiar clank, clank, clank noise.
If you are a female audacious galoot: ditto.
July 20, 2010
My son says I should get a GMC Canyon. I was confessing in reply that I am getting 70’s Datsun desires. He replies that when it comes to cars we have the opposite dreams. We reached a sudden consensus on the Fargo, which I was calling a Chevy. So I say x fella has one of those and he says yeah, but I want an older one than that. I point out that I think that man’s Fargo is a 1942.
July 19, 2010
I have cause today to be at South Terminal where I am waiting. I am v early because I am meeting a very important person. There’s the usual feast of hobby fishermen bound for boats or resorts beyond. A bundle of them sit at the table playing cards, another bundle have a chat at the next table. These are mellow fellows all, but a sign on the cafe counter that reads “Maximum Limit 2 beers per customer” suggests a history of divilish merriment at these tables may have prevailed.
There are three other very tall males, how will they fit inside these teeny vacuum cleaner planes? Will they have to fold them in half to get them in through the door?
Everything is “ickle” in this terminal. It’s like a motorway caff, except everyone headed up, down and over.
A woman is reading a book beside me called Natural Capitalism. There are three sets of boots that say treeplanter also.
July 19, 2010
For the past four days my partner and I have done much socializing. I am social for a period of 4 days each year. It culminated last night at an opening at On Main, followed by an invitation to go to a burlesque show. I had to take my leave sadly, since I’d likely have enjoyed the burlesque, but encouraged the disappointed males to carry on, while I went home to my book Cabbagetown. I needed to read my book more than remain on the tear.
Today I had a long and fruitful chat to a friend about, amongst other things, work. We talked about some of the things burning a hole in my brain of late, As she listened, I realized there’s something about knowing someone a long time that provides an ease, interest and an understanding that’s an unmitigated blessed comfort. It’s another blessing of growing older, you know people even longer.
July 18, 2010
eighth day
And on the eighth day, after hours of struggle the Greenhouse finally stood up. I used enough poly to build 3 Greenhouses, finally resorted to the measuring tape and after embalming myself inside the thing recognized that I had the clips the wrong way round. Needed to clamp from inside not outside.
The most important aspect remains to be seen and that is whether I have succeeded in my kooky arrangement to trap any heat to nourish any happy saplings..
On va voir….
But very invigorating is defeat, and being useful. Next stop: Carpentry lessons.
July 18, 2010
6.39am This idea of alternative use of roads is sparky. Another form of accommodating. I like that they are performing plays as well as eating.
6.41am Wondering why this story on the salt mines in Bolivia doesn’t include a bolder description of the how they labour to remove the salt, other than they shovel it into piles.
6.46am Reading Cabbagetown.