a. I’m vexed that it came without a shaker top. And it’s—um—wet. Looks like wet sand.
b. So I’m after spreading it wherever our nightly deaf raccoon uses as his pond-approach. [Deaf: he seems the only raccoon able to ignore the sonic deterrent. And he likes to go swimming, while there’s a perfectly good river a mile away.
c. so I climb up on the berm—and trip on one of the new irrigation lines. I managed to catch myself short of falling in with a full canister of coyote urine. And not to knock a big heavy rock into the pond. And not to rip out the irrigation.
d. Thanks to the open top, I find I have deposited half the fairly spending container under the red Japanese maple. Well, it is an area that needs coverage.
e. I get myself back on my feet and go around the pond bestowing coyote-ness wherever there’s a good raccoon approach to the water.
f. Full circuit. I’m out of coyote love-potion and figure I’d better lid that can, though it’s empty, before throwing it in the kitchen garbage.
g. I locate the missing shaker top, stuck inside the discarded lid.
Oh, well.
Comm
I haven’t posted here in quite some time, years I’m thinking, Lol. Fact is I’m suprised than I can even now. Yet somehow the website recognizes my kindle fire tablet, and enters my name and password ( good job because I don’t ). Was a time when I first came here that I would reply or occasionally comment on various things. But I got distracted by other things, and until a month or so ago I’ve been AWOL, Lost in the Stars, Exiled. Well not exiled exactly, just otherwise engaged. I’ve been working awkward hours these last few weeks and Just not been able to.do much online stuff. But just to recap on things a little, I’m in my 56th year of life In this World’s Realm ( little gamer speak, lol ), Finding myself still, like you do. I’m now Full Time in my M to F Transition, went official in March of 2018, yet there’s still a few documents still to change. My Dad died a few years back now, and I live with and care for my elderly Mother. She fell down an escalator last year and did herself a serious injury, cracked shoulder bone, bump on the back of her head, but the real mess was what she did to her left leg. But she’s healing up now and the district nurse has discharged her from their regular weekly visitation list. There’s a few times I would have commented in the last few weeks regarding something I was reading here, but now I need to go out, got a couple of places to goto today
My Best Regards to Everyone, Deesha
Welcome back! Hope your Mom heals ups quickly!
Deesha, welcome back. It can be very rough being a caregiver. Please take care of yourself too, and I hope your mom heals up well. Good that she’s making progress.
Whew, transitioning, that is a huge process as I understand it. (I follow Jackson Bird on YouTube, and I’d known online, from a fan forum, a young adult who started transitioning, F to M, after high school. — I’m a gay guy, not trans, but it gives me a little idea (maybe) of some of the issues you face. (Being gay was/is confusing enough for me, especially when I was a teen; still is something I’m trying to work through. Being trans seems like it would be far more difficult. And learning a little about intersex folks made me think there’s more to all this than most people realize, LGBT or not.) — I didn’t come out until after my parents were gone. I wish I had in college or high school, but that was a very different time, which you know. — So, best wishes.
More Apartment Craziness: — I called my friend to remind him to please pick up item(s) from the apt. office. “Oh, I forgot.” (Sigh.) (I am not perfect either and life gets busy, he has a young family and runs a business. But dang.) — I told him about the P.O. Boxes being vandalized; also told him the dryer vent still(!) was never worked on. But wait, there’s another new thing. ( :rolls-eyes: )
This morning, there was a note on my door that there will be apartment inspections toward the end of this coming week. Hmm, we just had that around the end of June or start of July. So why…? Well, they’re having them anyway. — I was expecting much fanfare, a detailed inspection. Nope, the inspection was, a man and woman came in, walked through and looked at each room, greeted me briefly, and when I asked (offered) didn’t they need to look things over? No, they were only checking for obvious leaks, damage, etc. Hmm, well, gee, OK, but er, kinda…they were barely there long enough to look at anything or talk to me. I was underwhelmed. — So I don’t know if this new inspection will be the same or in detail, but OK, go ahead, please.
My impression is that things are to be kept up, yet also, if they can avoid doing something, they will. So renters pay plenty each month, and the landlord / company profits, and eventually, all sides get a bad surprise if something goes wrong. Not good.
That said, I also get the impression that as apartment complexes go, this one is probably pretty good. — If and when my dryer vent gets fixed, I will be more impressed. If it’s actually that my dryer is clogged, rather than the vent line, OK, but without anyone checking on it, I don’t know. It’s gone on a long time, and I am very tired of having loads of laundry (several) sitting by the washer and dryer, a hazard and unsightly and a nuisance. But that’s how it goes.
If the inspection is indeed like the recent one, I am going to shake my head and laugh. (Not at the inspectors, who are hapless workers for the apartment complex, I think.)
This is equal parts comedy and irritating, ongoing. — I am going to call another friend to see if there’s been progress toward a rent-to-own house, renovation project… While I still can afford to do so. — Still working on making an income, still feels like moving a mountain with a teaspoon. — And hah, I will need to clean house anyway, I’m overdue to dust, vacuum, and mop. But otherwise, it’s pretty much as-is.
I also hope they don’t ding me for anything. During/after the prior inspection, they weren’t bothered at all; thank heavens. — Life’s a circus, sometimes. Funny and strange and sometimes irritating and problematic.
(I am still really feeling pressured and frustrated, and yet I’m doing about as much as I can manage. I’m just me, and sometimes, I make really good progress, and others, it feels like I’m fighting uphill all the way.) I so want to feel more secure about my present and my future. Not having enough local support from a network of friends, roommates, someone special, is…danged annoying and discouraging. But, y’know, I’m supposed to be able to handle this adult thing. My situation still has me feeling as if I stepped in a time warp and I’m somehow back in that struggling college age stage. But back then, I was in a dorm and had parents back home helping. Now, it’s more like what most college kids face, on their own for the first time. I am trying to remind myself most of the world has it much rougher than I do right now, and my current situation is somewhat better than before I was out of my house and into an apartment. So…those big-boy pants feel a little loose, I guess? (Oh, that is so not the right analogy. LOL.)
Take care, everyone. — And at least I can laugh some. Just…frustrated as heck.
Thanks for the welcome back, much appreciated. The line I returned with, the “Lost in the Stars” one, was from the intro for the Bob Mitchell / Steve Coe Album. Has to be the only FILK album I’ve ever seen ( physically ) let alone bought. That said, I love folk, I could spend hours on U-Tube listening to my favourites. The earlier comment about Apollo reminded me of a program that I saw a few weeks back. Every year in Britain, there’s a series of Classical Music based Concerts, performed around the country and then shown on Television. I can’t recall what shift I was working that week, possibly was the Back Shift because then I would be getting home at or around 11pm, in any case that was the time, and I was scrolling . around the TV Channels on Fri 26 th of July . I was startled to come across on channel BBC4 a Prom concert called The Race for Space, and dedicated to Christopher Kraft, who died earlier that week. This Concert was by a Cult British Band called ” Public Service Brodcasting”, and much of the concert was based on an album they had released back in 2015. Well I’d never heard of them before, but apparently they’re a thing in London. Every track played by them on that concert can still be accessed on BBC Sounds, some of them are also on U-Tube back from when that album came out 2015, I’ve become quite fond of a track called “Go” and the video on U-Tube is quite something.
Just noticed—> “I love folk”, that was supposed to be “I love filk”,
You know, that musical genre based on sci-fi. Favourite filker`s include Leslie Fish, Julia Ecklar, Heather Alexander, just to name a couple. And of course I’m sure you all know that the works of CJ Cherryh have inspired filk too. Signe Mallory, remember her? Captain of the Norway, just one of the songs riding the ether