Thursday, April 13, 2006

Some stuff, that's all.

I'm in the mood to write and I have nothing to say. Notice how that doesn't stop me? Be fore warned that the following has no redeeming social value and nothing resembling a denouement.

It is already hot here! Temperatures are in the 90's and it isn't even Easter yet. There is no rain, my yard has been clear cut by grubs and the wind destroyed my early blooming tulips. Its going to be a long summer.

I bought some grub killer. It is more complicated than a fertility schedule. I'm thinking poison shouldn't be that complicated. Wonder if there is a natural remedy?

Hard boiled eggs are nasty things. Coloring them pink and other noxious pastels doesn't help matters any.

Pastels are the weenies of the color spectrum. Pick a color and go with it - don't waffle around! Pastels are for the bland! Bah!

A friend loaned me "A Light in the Window" by Jan Karon. It is the most god-awful boring book I have ever thoroughly enjoyed. We'd been discussing books that chronicle on-going characters. Next she's going to have to read some of my Martha Grimes collection.

Read Martha Grimes Richard Jury mysteries. Start from the beginning when the books are more concerned with the crime and a whole sort of P.D. James nuance. Then continue on to the later books where the mystery is still superb, but the wack-o characters really come into their own.

All the windows are open. I can hear the grackles or crows or whatever those big birds are debating in the thick of the evergreen tree. They seem to be pretty polarized over the issues. Quite a lot of mudslinging. Very little substantive discussion.

I was reminded of Carl Sandburg's "Fog" today. Thanks to Rachel. It is one of my all-time favorite poems.

Wouldn't you love to live where there is fog? I would. For a while, at least.

I'm teaching a DWI intervention course with Mindy. It is exciting to watch people in this class. Some people really understand what is going on in their lives. I don't know if they will do anything about it, but the light has at last dawned. Others keep building up their walls, higher and higher. Denial is a nasty business.

One bad thing about the course - I've had a terrible tendency towards thoroughly unintentional double entendre. And while these guys may be slow on the uptake in some areas, they are real pros with this stuff. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more* I take a very small comfort in the fact that I was not the instructor who used an analogy about licking cats early on in the class. Eh, Mindy?



reverendmother said...

Love the randomness!

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

~sighs~ It really was a good analogy but it was lost on them. Well, that and I usually say *kicking* cats instead of *licking* cats.

Oh! And did I tell you that

Miss Kitty said...

There is indeed a natural treatment for grubs: milky spore powder or solution. It's a very fine nematode-based powder that you can buy through the mail; it usually comes in a powder-impregnated sponge or in plain powder form. Pour the mix in a gallon or two of water (or let the sponge soak), and then spray the milky spore water all over your lawn. It may take it a while to start working, and sometimes it's pretty expensive ($30+ to treat 5,000 s.f.) but it eventually gets down into the soil and nests in the bodies of grubs, killing them before they can eat your plants. The nematodes aren't harmful to anything except grubs, and their effects stay in the soil for years to come. Most organic gardening places have them. Maybe can direct you towards one.

I hope this helps! If it makes you feel any better, my roses--even the tough old-fashioned ones--are so wrapped up with aphids that they look like they have tacky-ass bright-green faux fur twisted around their new growth. Knocking them off with a strong burst from the hose does little. Homemade soap-and-habanero spray is next.

Here in west central Georgia it was 84 degrees today. We've had only 25% of the normal rainfall we need, with no chance of rain until late next week. Ugh. Long summer, indeed.

SpookyRach said...

I've heard of the nematode thing before - I'll have to try it! Thanks Rachael! (Sorry I misspelled your name in the post!)

peripateticpolarbear said...

Hey, I'm reading my first Martha Grimes right now!
And I'm with you on most pastels (I still like pastels so light you're not sure they're even color until you look up close---I don't know why, it's an illness.) But hard boiled eggs? How can you not like hard boiled eggs?

Surely there's a class to make you repent of this.

Miss Kitty said...

Don't worry about it, SpookyRach. A lot of people misspell it at first.

I, too, am not a fan of hardboiled eggs. As a native Southerner, I really *want* to like them--especially deviled eggs and pickled hard-boiled eggs--but I've never been able to stomach them. Guess they'll take away my Southern card and put my ass on a bus headed North.

little david said...

As you know, the Cat and I lived in the Bay Area for several years. It is pretty wonderful to see the fog pouring over the hills of San Francisco. As long as you don't have to live in the city all summer long when the fog is most frequent. Cools the place down, I can tell you.

Purechristianithink said...

Grimes is the one where all the books are names of pubs, right?

SpookyRach said...

PCIT - yup.

Bad Alice said...

I love the Richard Jury series, but I seem to remember a point at which it jumped the shark.

Hard boiled eggs are nasty.

I enjoy deviled eggs, though.