are just that…daze that blend into another day that have nothing to make them monumental or extreme…just daze.
I run between no energy to do anything to wanting to tackle the world in 3 1/2 seconds and make everything work as it should. I don’t win – no matter the way chosen. Even on no energy daze I’ve been extremely busy. I have a monumental planting job ahead of me. And I’m not even sure if the trees/shrubs or whatever the hell they are will live (I think they are a Leyland Cypress…definitely some type of cypress). They are going to go, one way or the other, since sis doesn’t want them in her the front yard.
My coach sets parallel to the bad neighbor wall. Yah, the concrete block wall that cost two arms and three legs and has at least given me some privacy from the offenders. Since the trees were going anyway, I decided to build a wind blocking, privacy area off the back side of the coach, and dug a trench (holy shit what a lot of hard work…I know my soils and this is medium hard dig, Las Vegas is extra hard dig with all the rock and caliche in the mix, it’s miserable). There are days my wrists, hands, and forearms hate me. We are moving through that phase now. By the end of the day, sometimes I hate me for allowing me to put myself through it. My upper hips pads above the glutes are sore from bending over and shoveling, lifting windsor stone and keyhole tiles…hell…ain’t I damned lucky to be able to do all of that-being a woman and all? Yes, I am.
The trench is about 4 feet deep, 3 feet wide, and 10 feet long, two rows of windsor stone around the top adds another foot of depth to the trench. That was finished up last night. The serious dig on the Cypress trees has begun, we had a watering trough dug around two of them and had been loading them with water this last week, since none of them had been watered this year – other than rain – they have brown out going on. They pop right back into green with a week of water. The ones I’m moving are about 6 feet tall and the root appears to go more straight down than in a surface type of thing. They are also planted about five feet apart – they were all meant to ring/wrap around adriveway in the front yard, but the driveway appears to have disappeared some time ago and we have no plans for one there. The whole front yard is going to walk-ways and desert landscaping, and the trees are not part of the plan. If I can move three of them successfully – without them dying in the process – I will plan on moving the other 8 over the next few months, they will go along the fence in the back of the property.
One of the whole points in moving the trees to the windsor stone trench, is to cut down the wind that tries to tear my home from the earth at times. Another is the privacy of having my coach maintenance things hidden from view. Keep in mind that behind my coach, on the wall are 3 catsclaw vines, and 2 evergreen type of trumpet vines. The catsclaw are running up the wall nicely and I want to have a green area behind the coach that consists of some vines and a few select plants. I just picked up a Banks Rose to put in a spare spot on the wall too. Ahhhhh, the pitfalls of a woman that loves to dig in the dirt and move stone and rocks around…hard labor.
I found this horrendously scary looking succulent that’s a member of the prickly pear family and two other succulents that are quite strange in shape, I have no idea what they are but they are intriguing and I don’t want to run out and look at the labels just so the rest of the world will know what they are, so…pictures will come later. I have a plan for building them a bed, using either keyhole tiles or windsor stone in my front yard. Part of the object of getting them up off the ground is to keep them from the frigging rabbits…those bastards eat everything, including some cacti. The succulents also have to be protected from freezing, the way the bed will be set up it will provide a means for me to put a cover over them when it’s going to freeze.
All of this means a lot of hard work, heavy lifting, more digging, blah, blah, blah. It also means I finally have a plan to move forward with on the yard project since I’ve kind of been in limbo during the summer. But then I will always be in limbo during the summer, the heat chokes me out if I have to work in it.
I have a Dr. appointment today here in the big “P” because I want to talk over some BP medication (hate all the poisons you are supposed to force into yourself) and because I want a Dr. closer to home so I don’t have to drive 140 miles round trip for a visit. Perhaps he will tell me to Super Glue my mouth shut so I can drop that 30 lbs I’ve been wanting to shed? Probably not!
The guy half of the truck driving duo, Monte, and I went out yesterday to cruise the local gun shops. We found five, no, not guns. All of them were closed except one. The one had nothing…seriously…about 5 antiquated looking pistols, and some odds and ends of rifles on the wall…small room. The rest of them are open only on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, one or two might be open on Sunday. My guess is that they really have nothing in stock. We did find one place that looked like a big warehouse, had ‘Office’ on the door. We got out and tried the door. It was locked. As we walked away, the door opened about three inches. Umnhhhh…James Bond? I went back and opened the door and looked into an office. An asian woman was behind the desk. I asked if they had guns. “Oh, NO!” They import them but they don’t sell them to individuals. Yikers! I left.
Moral of the gun sightseeing trip is that Pahrump is a mighty big place. If you want to gun shop, don’t go on normal business days of the week…in my opinion don’t go. Drive to Las Vegas or hop on the internet and do your shopping there. We just went to look anyway, we did see a lot of the city of Pahrump.
While we were sightseeing, sis was at Star Nursery buying close out plants like there would never be another tomorrow. She was still planting in the almost dark when I left her last night for my bed. She was up three hours later than me today (hell you have to dig early here in the desert) and on her way to Home Depot to pick up some mulch and other things needed for more planting. And we are trying to figure a way around the fucking bunny rabbits that want to eat everything in sight.
My hands are tired right now. Laters