Maybe not the blues, maybe just bitchy…grouching around type of Tuesday. I’ve felt kinda grumpy all day and can’t put a finger on why. It’s possible it’s because the wind has been raging all day, one of my most unfavorite things. And it isn’t slowing down. I’m not sure how there’s any dirt left on the ground the way it’s carrying on. And those poor trees I just dug up and replanted are still where I put them but only God knows how. The coach has been in rock and roll mode for hours now and I don’t think it’s going to calm down anytime soon. Ugh!

I have a date with Riot this weekend. I can hardly wait. Two weeks without a little kid bossing me around is just too damned long.

I thought to finish up most of my planting and digging chores within the next few weeks but if the wind doesn’t quit, that’s a no go. I started building a bed for the choice succulents I bought, out of windsor stone. The stone is forming an almost roundish/oval type of bed that will be about 3 feet high, approximately 10 feet across, yah, it will be way kewl when it’s done. It sets in my front yard, sister’s back yard. The main reason for the height is to keep the damned rabbits from eating the succulents down to a nub. Hey, they don’t care if there are spines, they just go to town. The bed was going to be raised anyway to break the landscape, it’s just going to be a bit higher due to four footed, vegetation eating, big toothed monsters. And I have other plans in case any of the jack rabbits are bounding about.

So…as I was loading stone into the wheelbarrow to transport to the new succulent bed, underneath one was a wonderful little scorpion.  He wasn’t up and raring and he almost looked like a strangely shaped brown and black button, all kind of tucked together. I always wear heavy working gloves when I’m doing yard chores of any kind.  *Good idea Linda!*  I put the stone in the wheelbarrow and returned to smash said scorpion’s guts out.  He was up and moving as I approached, tail up over his back, and managed to skitter off between other stones and out of sight.  I don’t like these little creepies.  I now watch every time I pick something up and move it in the yard, and never go out without solid foot cover when I go out to work in the yard.  I know they were here first…I don’t care.

I had this great brain jolt as I was laying the stone, it has a 1/4 inch lip on one side, to hook over the back of the stone beneath it, causing the wall to gradually move back at an angle from its original base.  Problem is, I didn’t want it to move back, I wanted it to be lined up from top to bottom.  After laying in a few rows and realizing that it was going to cause the top stone to slope downward on the outer edge due to the 1/4 inch lip in the back, I figured to try a line of sisal rope as a riser, around the outer edge of each layer to even it out.  I think it’s going to work just fine but if the wind doesn’t stop, I’ll never know.

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Dear to my heart and one of the people I really admire for work ethic, timely transmissions, trustworthy, and accountability, Jennifer has a new home in which to spread her wings of self expression.  Visit often.

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Today I went out to look at the vines that I built chicken wire cones around to keep the wind from ripping them off the block wall.  The chicken wire cones work pretty damned well and they are attached to the wall.  But imagine my surprise at the base of one of the vines which has been planted for at least three months, these little tricks.

All of the soil came from the same bags on all of the vines, yet this is the only one that has these.  Any ideas?  TenMile?

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Yes, I have been playing poker again.  I played on PokerStars in the Sunday 2 1/4 Million and a rebuy tournament also.  I have to tell you, I’m not superstitious, and I don’t believe in hexes, but I believe I am being cheated going through one helluva ugly run on Stars that has been going on for about a year now.  I pick up Aces or Kings randomly on Full Tilt Poker and Absolute Poker and actually win the pot with them most of the time.  Never so on Stars.  I don’t get it.  Not only is it the death of the big hand spiral, it’s the never-pick-up-a-playable-hand-spiraling-into-hell that wears thin and when one shows every 5 to 6 orbits, it’s B-U-S-T-E-D by some crappy little piece of shit that started a raising war with me…because they knew 2-3 was going to beat A-A.  It could be the Card Fairy knows I play on PokerStars but doesn’t know I play elsewhere too.  SH-H-H-H-u-sh.  Don’t tell her.

G’nite kids, rocking to the rhythm of the wind……