So I’m at home alternating between cleaning/tidying and staring in horror at the number of votes on my TV screen going to Trump. Far more than I hoped and expected, and it’s kind of wigging me out.
Oh well, if we’re going to hell in a handbasket, at least my sinks are clean.
This week has been an interesting one on the homestead, Lunchbox is away on school camp so it’s just the little ladies and me. I’ve been remarkably organised thus far, but let it be known that tonight everyone is getting eggs for dinner.
I’ve been working frantically on a baby blanket for a little one about to make an appearance and it’s getting a bit down to the wire. I feel a weekend cram session coming on, but I’ve got plenty of Gilmore Girls to keep me company if I find myself in that position. I’m doing my first corner-to-corner and I don’t know how I feel
Oh wait hang on, we’ve got a tantrum on our hands.
So yes I don’t know how I feel about the c2c, I certainly like the texture, it looks really pretty – but I’m such a creature of habit that making it this way is slightly unnerving.
I still am at a loss on how to keep the cat from shitting in my veggie garden, but fortunately it seems to only be in one spot. I caught the kale just in time from being eaten by the biggest caterpillars I’ve ever seen (and also accidentally touched one, I screamed like Flanders did that time he saw the purple drapes), and the spinach leaves are getting so big I could probably fashion some kind of toga from them. The potatoes seem to be doing ok only I’ve never grown potatoes before so it could all be going downhill for all I know. The mint still hates me, the rosemary is non-committal and for some reason I can’t fathom I think the thyme might actually be successful after many, many attempts.
The cat, in its attempt to drive me further out of my mind, snapped one of my tomato plants, so it died, and the other one is on the verge of needing to be staked. The rocket has given up entirely, and who knows what the garlic is thinking. I’m growing it at the wrong time of year anyway. I hear you can grow garlic through these months, they’ll just be smaller than usual. I’ll take what I can get.
Ugh I’m sick of that filthy misogynist’s name being spoken, let alone having to endure his cat bum face on every screen in the land. What happens if he gets elected? I won’t be able to face reading or watching the news for the next four years, my sanity can’t handle his visage. How is this race so tight?! C’mon west coast, don’t let me down.
The cat is fighting the laptop for space on my lap and I’ve got some washing to put away and emails to return. I hope your Wednesday is very soothing, and there’s a nice dinner in your future.