Showing posts with label favorite things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favorite things. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

an experiment

I promise I'll post about it later, when I have the time to upload the pics to go with, but I've been working on an experiment for the past month? six weeks? I'm not sure, but the results are in!!

And if I do say so myself, I am impressed!

I will say it happened in the garden, and it has to do with deer and survival of the greens!

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

take care of your plants

Have I mentioned that I love composting? Seriously, it rocks. You should try it. Oh, but I live in the city, or I don't have a yard. Not a problem! You can have your own pet worms....

I did try this when I lived in Chicago, but I didn't really know what I was doing, and I think I killed the worms. There wasn't enough oxygen getting in there; I remember there being a lot of condensation. It's much easier with a compost bin/area outside.

But even though I have several of those, I am sorely tempted to have one of these composting "systems," too. It looks like "fun." OK, maybe I have a strange idea of fun, or maybe I'm just easily amused?

I worry, though, that we produce too much composting material for something like this. Plus, can you get a bucket o' worms via the mail when it's still cold (freezing) outside?

Almost forgot to mention: the video up there is from Sustainable Dave over at 365 Days of Trash. This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while....

Thursday, October 4, 2007

favorite things about my sweet little one and dealing with people working in my house

Seeing that my little one is now going on 9 weeks, here's a list of some of my favorite things as far as he is concerned:

1. B (Baby) sleeping in my arms
2. the Baby Bjorn (have I mentioned how nice it is to have use of one's hands?)
3. peach fuzz hair (so soft!)
4. the way he smells right after a bath
5. the way he smells before a bath, too (although sometimes not so much)
6. the big smiles
7. the way his eyes light up when he smiles
8. cooing and gurgling
9. he's very easy to interpret (no "colic," thank goodness!)
10. he loves being outside

more to come later...

Now for some annoyances, NOT having to do with B.

We're having some work done on our house. When we bought this house, it needed some serious attention. So it's happening piecemeal. But it's so irritating to have to be annoyed at people who work for you. (Or is it just me?)

OK, so they started working in the basement yesterday. I didn't go down there, because they're doing stuff with fiberglass insulation, and I'm here with the baby, which keeps me occupied enough. Last night, I go down to try to tackle the laundry, and I find a MESS. Bits of fiberglass all over, dirt/rocks/fiberglass on TOP of the dryer. (What, did they have to step on the dryer to get to the crawl space? Yes, evidently, they did.... Why not just ask for a stepladder?) They knocked over the trashcan and some stuff on top of a filing cabinet and didn't consider putting things back. Probably didn't notice. Plus, they left the light on in one of our porches. Which shouldn't be a big deal, except grr, the only switch for it is inside the garage, and I have to go outside to get to the garage, AND I had asked them the last time they were here to turn it off before leaving.

So when they showed up this morning, I had to have a "talk" with them. Try to tell them how very annoyed I am without ranting, without pissing them off. Of course, they had excuses. But come on! I just want to say, "Be respectful of my space." I did tell them it's a brand-new washer and dryer, and I didn't want them scratched up.

And then, I was walking outside a little bit ago, trying to locate the guy in charge of the operation, when I noticed that an area of the yard seems to have white paint all over it. And my mint patch looks to be decimated. What the...? So I got really annoyed all over again. Can't they bring tarps or something to paint on? So I guess I have to be all annoyed with them again. I really want to tell them not to come back, that we'll find someone else, but J would be annoyed with me, and it would be a hassle to find someone else, and can I really trust them to be in the house with me here by myself (well, ok, with the baby), etc., etc. [So it appears that I was hasty in my rush to be annoyed: he tells me it was just the rinsing of the concrete bucket that made everything white. But still, why not rinse it so I don't have white greenery?]