A Living Collage. The corner in my living room. The faux wall painting treatment. One of the new radiators. Just a smidge of the new baseboards (under radiator/behind ladder) Today he left the ladder in another corner of the room after he did some patching and sanding. He's usually here for 90 minutes to 2 hours. I was timing him today as I wanted to get to the computer to write to you.
And after I write to you- since the streets are snow and ice FREE right now- I want to go to the library and drop off books and get more. Reports are that it will stay this way thru Friday when I am joining my coffee buddy for a walk in Town. I will be wearing my no slip shoes for both events. Just in case. Because the sun might be shining but it's 31 degrees and water freezes at those temps. Ice.
I have a brush on the windowsill above the citrus plant (bush)- which I think is a lime. I am using the brush to take pollen from one open blossom to the others and picking up pollen from all of them and distributing it. I watered the citrus yesterday with the cloudy solution of citrus fertilizer and water. Wow. It had fermented and was powerfully stinky. The smell dissipated, thank goodness. I have also been using a spray bottle that sends out a very fine mist which the plants all seem to be enjoying. Humidity. Who doesn't enjoy some humidity?
I did three pages in the Washing Machine Pages. It had been 11 days between pages. So, that could mean 11 days between doing two loads of wash or 11 days between writing in the Pages. 11 days between doing laundry seems weird. But I did do three loads the last time. So I might have gotten everything. I need to do sheets. When I turn the mattress. Well I am actually spinning it 180 and not turning it. New ones don't get turned over. Which feels so wrong to me. Turn every three months. My former mattress (now in guest room) was flipped and can I tell you all- that was quite the aerobic exercise. One time it nearly knock me over but the closet doors saved me. Kept me upright.
While pollinating the citrus blossoms, I noticed a very large number of birds congregating in the snow melted ground over the septic outflow pipe from the house to the tank. Green grass there. And the birds were enjoying it. Pecking away. Mostly doves-- and of course- squirrels. A few blue jays. The crows stay down under the bird feeders. G had a tough go of walking down there to fill the feeders- deep snow- but if you don't feed continuously- the birds don't come to your feeders. So he made the effort. He usually makes paths from the house to the feeders with the snowblower which is still in the repair shop. We sure do miss the snowblower. We can't get to the compost piles, either.
So that's all I have to say today. I can smell the stinky fertilizer water. Ick.
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