Endless Ends

I'm reading a book call The False Inspector Dew.

It's something I picked up after seeing a review on unusual mystery novels. This was written in the early 80s and has certainly been unusual so far. It is vaguely reminiscent of P. G. Wodehouse in style.

The famine heroine, if I can call her that, started off on the first page comparing herself to one of the heroines in one of her favorite tragic romances (Moths)

"She, too, was quite unconscious of her own great beauty"

This sentence just all kinds of cracks me up. 🤣 🤣🤣
 
Thank you very much! I'm working up my nerve to do the dining room. :p
If you’re doing the whole wall it’s easier than patching. That way you have nice clean lines to mud over.

Take your time, plenty of sanding, smoothing, and remember, you can always sand all the mud away and start over.

Get a good mask/ventilator.
 
If you’re doing the whole wall it’s easier than patching. That way you have nice clean lines to mud over.

Take your time, plenty of sanding, smoothing, and remember, you can always sand all the mud away and start over.

Get a good mask/ventilator.
Alas, it will mostly be patching. A few new areas, but piecemeal. 😬
 
Alas, it will mostly be patching. A few new areas, but piecemeal. 😬
Then make straight cuts! Or just take out large sections.

When I was redoing a bathroom a few years ago I started just trying to patch. Realized that it eoyld be faster anc easier to just cut out almost the whole wall.
 
Then make straight cuts! Or just take out large sections.

When I was redoing a bathroom a few years ago I started just trying to patch. Realized that it eoyld be faster anc easier to just cut out almost the whole wall.
Large sections? Ouch. That might mean doing the whole room! 😲
 
My Grandmother was a lady. As was her mother before her.

You know, the southern kind. Big, flowery hats in the spring, afternoon tea, woodworks through the church, and gardening.

One of her many isms, was that ladies gardened.

She often said to me, "Little Endless, (she called me little endless 😜) a true lady understands the importance of gardening."

I know nothing of gardening. Naught. (I'm not sure what happened to my parents' generation. 🤔)

Gardening, however, is required to a certain extent in this ongoing project. Mostly I've been making a hash of things as I learn, which is why I've been procrastinating digging up nasturtium bulbs to overwinter.

I don't wanna. But I'll be mapping out an ordered garden in that area next fall and my window is closing. Soon the leaves will completely die back and I'll have no idea where to dig, meaning I'll lose those plants.

Today. Today, I hoisted baby shovel and set forth. There appears to be no baby shovel emoji.

Things I have learned:

-squirrels like to bury pecans under the leaves which makes it tricky to find the bulbs.
-a lizard will jump on, and cling, to your face the minute you sit on the kneeling pad.
-the previously no-cloud-sight heavens will open within fifteen minutes to deluge you with rain.

There is a reason gardening has died out.

Mother nature is snotty. 😠
 
Also, in the same vague-ish realm -

How does one fence around a tree on a fence line? Can one fence around a tree on a fence line? It seems like doing so with an actual physical barrier (wood, wire, etc.) would either be ceding one's neighbor property or coopting their property.

Neither of those are good options.

I prefer not to cut down trees that are three to four feet high, but, I do need/want a property marker. I could, I suppose, fence up to the tree on both sides, but then . . . hmmm, what are the ramifications for that long term, as the tree grows? 🤔

#connundrums
 
My Grandmother was a lady. As was her mother before her.

You know, the southern kind. Big, flowery hats in the spring, afternoon tea, woodworks through the church, and gardening.

One of her many isms, was that ladies gardened.

She often said to me, "Little Endless, (she called me little endless 😜) a true lady understands the importance of gardening."

I know nothing of gardening. Naught. (I'm not sure what happened to my parents' generation. 🤔)

Gardening, however, is required to a certain extent in this ongoing project. Mostly I've been making a hash of things as I learn, which is why I've been procrastinating digging up nasturtium bulbs to overwinter.

I don't wanna. But I'll be mapping out an ordered garden in that area next fall and my window is closing. Soon the leaves will completely die back and I'll have no idea where to dig, meaning I'll lose those plants.

Today. Today, I hoisted baby shovel and set forth. There appears to be no baby shovel emoji.

Things I have learned:

-squirrels like to bury pecans under the leaves which makes it tricky to find the bulbs.
-a lizard will jump on, and cling, to your face the minute you sit on the kneeling pad.
-the previously no-cloud-sight heavens will open within fifteen minutes to deluge you with rain.

There is a reason gardening has died out.

Mother nature is snotty. 😠
Bugs and critters gotta eat. They sell flowers, herbs, and veggies at the grocery store—Mother Nature's a rude beyotch. Just put out potted plants and don't worry about digging up the yard. Besides. There are lots of people who want to make a few bucks who'll do all this for you anyway if they're getting paid to do it. Do like Bob Marley...Don't worry...Be Happy. 😎🙂
 
I could, I suppose, fence up to the tree on both sides, but then . . . hmmm, what are the ramifications for that long term, as the tree grows? 🤔
My backyard currently has a fence on either side of a giant tree and the fence is bulging out on both sides.

It isn’t awesome. I guess whoever built the fence figured they’d be long gone before they had to deal with it and they were right.

You could build the fence up to the tree, but leave about two feet (?) on either side and use a more flexible/removable fence where the real fence ends and the tree begins? That way you can remove parts of it as the tree grows? 🤷‍♂️
 
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