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October 2005

2005.10.10

Things Learned While Mowing

A power cord lying on grass or gravel has a lot of friction acting on it. This adds up to a lot of drag over time. The best way of moving a cord to the side is to flip it as if beginning to jump rope, sending a wave down the length of it.

You can tell different plants by their smells when they are cut. There is the scent of grass, of course. Then there is a deep bitter greenness that I associate with childhood weeds; I don't know the plant, but I remember the smell. I discovered clumps of chives in the lawn by mowing over them absent-mindedly and then smelling oniony wafts each time I neared that patch of yard. Some plants smell like feces when mown.

Sometimes, though, it is feces. Watch your step!

Some plants are more resilient than others. You can mow them clear down to the ground and they come back within days, lusher than ever.

Usually they are weeds. Unattractive ones.

Mowing is good for thinking. The sound provides a bit of white noise, the physical effort distracts the fidgets, and the need to focus on what one's doing sharpens the mind while leaving enough space for thought. Walking to campus when I was in Minnesota used to do the same thing for me. I miss that.

Moths live in the grass during the day.

Trees shed sticks all. the. time. Healthy trees. Green leafy trees. Where the heck are these dead dry sticks coming from??

Sticks larger than a pencil shouldn't be mowed over, although the mower will succeed in chopping up sticks as thick as one's thumb. (Note to self: do not ever put hands near mower blades!)

The ugliest, weediest, hardest-to-mow section of the whole yard is right next to the front step. Why is that? (Second note to self: buy can of wildflower seeds and order bulbs soon.)

Knowledge of vectors is a very good thing when mowing slightly uphill on a slanted stretch of lawn.

If the mower is set right, dead leaves and cut grass disappear from sight as you mow. The neighbor on the east has not figured this out (or doesn't care).

Both rigid perfection and artful wildness are very difficult forms of landscaping to sustain. Especially when the yard itself is lumpy and uneven, and when you can't tell a weed from a desirable plant until it blooms and spreads its seeds everywhere.

Mowing helps you learn where all the tree roots are.

I feel guilty when I mow over mushrooms. I don't feel guilt when I cut down dandelions.

Outdoor power outlets are wonderful things, not missed until you move into a place that doesn't have them. There is something very bizarre about plugging in a lawnmower using the socket next to the tv and computer.

Mowing is good exercise.

Never put off mowing on the belief that tomorrow will be just as nice a day. If you do, it will rain for three days straight, and the lawn will grow thick enough to feed an army of sheep and the mower tires will ball up with grass clippings.

I never understood lawns until I moved here.

2005.10.07

Observations - October 7th

Yesterday the weather turned noticeably chillier. Everyone in town was remarking on it, from a little girl who forgot her sweater, to the office clerks at the dentist's. Today is even more like fall. Last night it was quite cold in the house -- I kept waking up from it, and eventually had to go put on an additional fleecy layer and a hat (even D. was using the blanket, something he, being very warmblooded, has not needed to do). After I got up this morning, I fetched down the big wool blanket and put it on the bed. I'm hoping that it's enough; otherwise I'll have to add the quilt to the pile, and if that's not enough, we'll have to switch the thermostat from cool to heat.

(The thermometer outside read in the 50s when I went to check it around 10 this morning.)

The trees are starting to shed leaves in greater quantities, though as yet there is no sign of the colors changing. It may just be a result of the winds we've been having, or the lack of rain. (I hate not knowing enough to speculate with reasonable accuracy!)

There are new interesting plants in the weed patch, including some low purple thistles. I suspect I probably ought to run the mower over them the next time, but for now I'm enjoying looking at them. (The weed patch is this clump of vegetation off to the side of the backyard lawn. It was there when we moved in, and is a low, shady spot that is filled with a wide array of lush, low-lying vegetation. I call it the weed patch because the plants growing there all look pretty wild, and I rather suspect that they are not intentional cultivars. I've been mowing around it and letting it grow, partly because it's not actual lawn, and largely out of curiosity about the plants growing there.) The ground strawberries are continuing to pump out red singleton berries, and the other day there was a small violet-like flower in the front lawn. There's always something new to see.

I think I may have identified the source of the dead rat in the backyard (see flickr photo). I'd been thinking it was the victim of a cat attack, especially since it disappeared only a few hours later (though that also could have been the work of the skunk). The other day, though, the jays were screaming and screaming at something I couldn't see, when D. suddenly noticed, in a bush in the front yard, a hawk! It hopped out of the bush onto the lawn, looked balefully at the jays, then flew away. Very, very cool. (Maybe it will eat the rabbit that lives in the backyard one of these days, but I don't think it's a large enough bird.)

Friday Random Ten - October 7th Edition

Cowboi - Julie Murphy (Fernhill) - Women of the World - Celtic II

Chernobyl - Brave Old World - Brave Old World: Klezmer Music

Colonel Fraser - Jerry O' Sullivan - Green Linnet Records: The Twentieth Anniversary Collection

Master Crowley's/The Jug of Punch - Joe Burke with Charlie Lennon - Green Linnet Records: The Twentieth Anniversary Collection

Between the Shadows - Loreena McKennitt - Putumayo Presents The Best of World Music: Volume 2: Instrumental

Highlanders - Luar Na Lubre - Beira - Atlántica

Freedom Frog - John Williamson - Humble Beginnings

No Está Todo Perdido - Ella Baila Sola - Marta & Marilia

Port Patrick - John Renbourne and Robin Williamson - Wheel of Fortune

The Silver Spear - Wolfstone - Unleashed

Sounds About Right

You Are 40% Weird
Normal enough to know that you're weird...
But too damn weird to do anything about it!

2005.10.06

Whoo Hoo?

My course proposal has been approved!

(Good thing the first of the books I've ordered from Amazon arrived today.)

Of course, now I actually have to teach the thing! (Yar.)

Dentristry

I got up early today for a dentist appointment. (Whee...) It's been a long time since my last general cleaning, and one of my teeth has become annoyingly sensitive to cold and sometimes sweet things (yes, it's a literal sweet tooth). So I made an appointment with a dentist one of D's colleagues had recommended, and went in today.

Thankfully, it was not terribly remarkable; the not-great state of my gums was offset by a surprising lack of tartar (to understand the full remarkabilty of this, realize both me and my mother are Tartar Queens, which is horrid if you have crooked teeth, which both of us do) and the good news that I have no cavities. The sensitivity turned out to be due to an exposed root (!) and I am now equipped with a couple of sample tubes of Sensodyne. (! !) (Quite the change of pace (paste?) for this Tom's of Maine girl.)

Two things were rather remarkable. The first, a benefit of being in a small town, was that the dentist herself not only examined my teeth, but cleaned them! I think this is a perfectly sensible arrangement, but I don't think I can recall ever having it happen before (and I've been to a lot of dentists). Every other time, the hygienist cleaned things up, then the dentist came in for the consult. Very cool having this other arrangement.

The other thing that was tres cool was the new x-ray technology. It's digital! Instead of holding little photo-films in your teeth, you bite down on a digital sensor (wrapped in plastic) and the image appears immediately afterward on a nice big screen chairside. How amazing is that?

2005.10.05

Figures

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Broody

I wish I knew why I woke up in a depressed and broody mood today. It sucks.

Knit Blogging

It has been a very long time since I've done any knit-blogging. So here we go. Below the fold are pictures of my nearly finished green sweater (yay!), and of yarn I got at Arcadia Knitting during Stephanie's Yarn Harlot signing.

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Exhausted, But Happy

Originally posted on October 3; now updated!

I cannot believe I squeezed as much into the weekend as I did!

D. got the wonderfully zany idea that, since she was going to visit the city D's mother lives in (Chicago), we should drive like crazy people for six hours in order to have Stephanie (aka The Yarn Harlot) sign our copy of her book. So we did, and besides the long drives there and back, we (or rather I, since D. was back at his mother's house grading papers for half of the activities)

Went to yoga class
Went to a farmers' market
Went grocery shopping
Went to the book signing (squee!) and had our first blogger meet-ups with Franklin and Stephanie (squee! squee!)
Dashed madly into the city to eat a fancy dinner with his mother and her friends
Saw a play at Steppenwolf
Went to a multi-faith church service
Went out to eat at a fusion restaurant

Remember, this all occurred in only one and a half days, from Saturday morning to midday Sunday.

Then I topped it all off by staying up almost until 3am Sunday night, despite having gotten up at 7:30am on Saturday and 9am Sunday and spending all of Sunday afternoon and evening driving (while D. graded in the car). Driving in rain, no less.

I'll have to write up a more detailed account, but I think that list explains why I'm needing a bit more recharging time before I do!

Update: The full version is now below the fold.

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