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The Great Allentown Fair
Today G and I are going to the fair. We enjoy a walk to the fairgrounds and look-see along with stopping to sample the food at several different stands.
We aren’t there very long, but we do have a good time.
Pictures from last year.
Last call for plants.
Yesterday I moved my iris and day lilies that I plan to keep. G picked up the plants she wanted. Now I have to get the rest of the plants off the pond area so I can begin the process of leveling the yard.
I have one stella ‘doro day lily, two other day lilies pictured below, and a rather large yucca plant that need homes. There’s also a large clump of zebra grass and a miniature lilac plant I need to re-home, but they are safe where they are for now.
Big rant here.
I saw a nasty comment about all cops on Facebook and went a bit off my nut on someone.
One bad cop does not mean all cops are bad any more than one bad basketball player, waitress, dentist, or doctor means all basketball players, waitresses, dentists or doctors are bad.
Then I remembered …Oh, yeah, bigotry doesn’t just come in racist packages.
Bigot (disambiguation)
A bigot is a prejudiced person who is intolerant of any opinions differing from their own or intolerant of people of different political views, ethnicity, race, class, religion, profession, sexuality or gender.
I am married to a retired on disability cop. A man who has the kindest soul, and who gave of himself selflessly every year he served on the police force. A man who often went above and beyond for you, the people.
He’s the cop who stepped between you and whatever threatened you to protect you.
He gave you CPR when you were dying. He put pressure on your bleeding wounds until medical help arrived without thinking once if he could get sick from you.
He wiped your tears and held your hand when you were injured, raped, suicidal, or lost a loved one.
He walked for hours, in the woods at night, searching by the light of a flashlight, calling out for you until he lost his voice, to find you when you were lost.
He found you and brought you home.
He worked double and triple shifts in bad weather to make sure there was coverage.
Did you clean up?
When you went for a picnic in the park did you clean up your mess and take it with you? Did you properly dispose your trash? Is it so very difficult to carry it home or put it in a park provided receptacle?
When you went fishing did you clean up your trash? Was it you who left all the balled up fishing line and Styrofoam containers on the bank? If you left that mess, you are an ass-hat.
While on your hike did you properly dispose of or take home with you your granola wrappers or did you drop them on the ground like an idiot?
Did you toss your water bottle along the road when you finished it? If you did, you are a selfish pig.
When did people quit teaching their children to leave a cleaner place behind you than how you found it? My family’s golden rule was that when you were out communing with nature, you cleaned up your mess and any other you found.
So someone else dropped their candy wrapper, it doesn’t mean that it is okay for you to do it too. A respectful, caring person not only picks up their own trash but they clean up any other trash they see around them.
I know of a few people, other than The Curmudgeon and me that do this. How unfortunate that I only know of a FEW people who do it.
Please people, teach your children to take care of the world. The easiest way to start is to teach them not to litter.
Please help keep the world litter free.
1st of the new Dr. Who
Did the ten-minute preshow yammering before they started the season’s first Dr. Who episode drive anyone else crazy? I’m not a rabid Whovian fan but really? You need to spend ten minutes talking like idiots about a TV show before the show begins? Then have to rehash it two hours later?
It’s an effing TV show, people. I did enjoy it and yes, this Dr. looks to be darker than the last Dr. Who.
I swear it’s like news analysts talking about a political speech for an hour afterwards. Duh, I heard the speech I don’t need to hear them pick it apart and throw in their opinions.
The same goes for the idiots who analyze a sports event afterwards. Are these people really necessary?
Why do the networks think this crap is what people want to see or listen to?
And don’t get me started on 99% of the reality shows.
Howling wolves are more entertaining.
No yard work …
Rain, we needed it. We are getting some. This means I will transplant flowers Sunday or Monday when the ground is nicely softened from two days of rain.
I moved bricks to line the side garden from where it was to the front fence. I have bags of soil and peat ready to fill in there and I even have a bit of mulch for that area.
Lucy is not happy about the rain. She’ll survive even though she doesn’t think she will. Poor little sugar baby thinks she’ll melt.
Gavin never seems to mind the rain even when it is coming down in sheets.
Next week The Curmudgeon goes to see a neurosurgeon. I’ll keep you all updated on what is going on there. All we know now is that he has fractures at his T-10 spine. Some new and some old. If they can repair the damage, he will have a lot less pain.
You all have a good one!
Yes, it’s true I’ve been working on my Halloween props for months.
We have plans for another single large prop with some smaller effects for the porch this year. We are working on our design.
We aren’t mechanics so we’re a bit stuck on how to make our prop move. However we are quite resourceful so we’ll see what happens.
Last year’s porch decor…
Another mixed bag
If I don’t post once in a while in the future, it is because my internet connection is giving me fits. One minute it is working great and the next it is telling me it can’t find a page.
Like this one, or my mail, or Facebook. You get the idea.
My arms are itchy with mosquito bites but the yard is slowly getting done with the cooler weather. I have plants to transplant yet. Yesterday I did more cutting and trimming of vines and other stuff. I also got my bricks in place on the front of the side garden.
Today, I plan to clear the growth in the newly bricked area, add topsoil and peat moss, and begin doing my transplanting. If I’m lucky I’ll get that finished in time to send someone off with the pick up truck to get a bunch of mulch.
If only a giant could step on it.
I still am having trouble seeing what’s left of the pond area becoming a level lawn. I have no idea how I am going to manage flattening out that hilly area all by myself.
Should I plant some magic beans, grow a bean pole, attract a giant and have him stomp the hilly part flat?
I tried to have a ‘flatten the hill’ party, but no one was interested. Just like no one is interested in a large clump of zebra grass, a large Yucca plant, a Stella D’oro day lily, Lily of the Valley, Sweet Woodruff, and one of two miniature lilac plants.
I guess I’ll have to do a yard sale, take the MIL’s jewelry to a jeweler and sell it, and then, maybe, I can afford to hire someone to come in and fix the yard.
Anyone want to buy a few jewel encrusted fancy schmancy watches? 😉
Most of the hill is cleared (3/4s of it) And the vines are off the arbor and fence.
So how do you get rid of stress?
I keep wondering when I am going to have the time to myself and the creativity to work on my books. Whenever I think I am going to have the time to myself, life interferes.
If it isn’t The Curmudgeon, it’s the dogs. If it isn’t them, it’s me. I had a nagging headache all day the other day, when I could’ve been working on a book, I couldn’t sit in front of the computer. Instead, I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the pain away.
Guaranteed the headache was stress induced. I’d spent the day before sitting in the hospital waiting for The Curmudgeon to get his MRI done.
I am a complete disappointment to myself.
Better to go outside and cut down a bunch of stuff in the yard and dig around in the garden. Well, what is left of the garden that is. I managed to cut down many of the weeds in what is left of the pond garden. It is getting overgrown with hummingbird vine that I need to deal with.
This weekend I plan to spend time digging out and moving plants since the temperatures are so perfect for that sort of work. For me working in the yard and garden helps to temper my stress levels.
You all have a good one!
Now If only I could get the high parts flattened.
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