Up to my elbows in Purslane, Mallow, Timothy, Dandelions and
Bindweed. And then the absolute scent-bomb that is the lurking Morel
mushroom.
Gardens and weeds in this biome are an entire new world to me.
Update:
Also, I am severely allergic to Timothy Grass and should not attempt
to weed my own yard no matter how much energy I have that day.
*hackhurkasthmaticcough* See this is why hunting and gathering is my ancestral WAY. I am not made for gardening
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
A bad combination of cicumstances- silly lil rant
You know what’s fun?
1. I often sleep with my window open so fresh air can circulate. (second story, steel mesh screened, it’s perfectly safe to do this.)
2. I live in a Suburban Wonderland of a town where people frequently barbecue, burn leaves, roast smores, and generally use fire to do quaint Americana Norman-Rockwell Painting type activities.
3. It’s also an area with a college nearby so they do these things at any ol’ hour of the night because Studying is Hard and life is short, and our sleep schedules are shot anyway.
4. I have a new “Fire and CO detector” that is a fragile orchid of delicacy when it comes to any kind of smoke that is NOT matches. If you light candles and wave the match around, it’ll ignore that. Anything else within about 1,000 feet of this thing will make it start screaming.
Now, when all these things line up just so, it creates a hellish Venn diagram of, “Let’s wake her up at one in the morning with the fear that her lil’ home is ON FIRE, she’ll like that!!”
because the fragile and delicate orchid that is my fire alarm,
which, remember, ignores actual wood smoke in the house,
Is picking up traces of smoke on the wind coming in my window.
*facepalm*
1. I often sleep with my window open so fresh air can circulate. (second story, steel mesh screened, it’s perfectly safe to do this.)
2. I live in a Suburban Wonderland of a town where people frequently barbecue, burn leaves, roast smores, and generally use fire to do quaint Americana Norman-Rockwell Painting type activities.
3. It’s also an area with a college nearby so they do these things at any ol’ hour of the night because Studying is Hard and life is short, and our sleep schedules are shot anyway.
4. I have a new “Fire and CO detector” that is a fragile orchid of delicacy when it comes to any kind of smoke that is NOT matches. If you light candles and wave the match around, it’ll ignore that. Anything else within about 1,000 feet of this thing will make it start screaming.
Now, when all these things line up just so, it creates a hellish Venn diagram of, “Let’s wake her up at one in the morning with the fear that her lil’ home is ON FIRE, she’ll like that!!”
because the fragile and delicate orchid that is my fire alarm,
which, remember, ignores actual wood smoke in the house,
Is picking up traces of smoke on the wind coming in my window.
*facepalm*
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