Sunday, 19 April 2015

Creepy Crawlies

I had already had to scrub myself several times after sorting stuff out in the garden.  We seem to have far more than our fair share of scuttling mini beasts in our corners, which is apparently healthy.  I itched.

Today I visited the bathroom and found a Very Big Wasp.  It was possibly a queen looking for a place to nest, as it realistically did look quite large, but it looked roughly the size of a kestrel to me.  I fled.  But it was only me and bear in the house.  I had to do something.  I knew bear would not react well to a Very Big Wasp when he was trying to use the facilities.  A rolled up newspaper was out of the question.  Apart from anything else, we don't get newspapers now that father isn't here, so it would have been some form of magazine, most of which I actually want to keep!  My track record with anything rolled up is also abysmal.  I am a hazard and there are far too many things to knock over in the bathroom.

I wasn't sure if we had any fly spray.  I had a rummage and because I had recently had a bit of a clear out I found a can of bug spray.  I think it is older than bear.

I was not an adventurous warrior.  I crept up to the bathroom door and listened.  The angry buzzing continued.  I dashed in, sprayed madly, dashed out and shivered.  I left it about half an hour.  I stood, poised, listening at the door.  No sound.  I crept in with the spray can at the ready.  It took me a few minutes to find it and the poor thing was twitching.  I gave it another heavy duty blast and retreated again.  It should at least now be stunned.  Now I shall wait for DH to come home and be a mighty warrior and dispose of remains.

I looked on WikiCommons for a picture of a wasp for illustration.  There was no way I was going in to get a picture of the striped raider.  All the pictures made my skin crawl, so here is a pretty picture of a daisy instead.

Saturday, 18 April 2015

Bear is Surprising

Bear surprised me as after lobbying for a new scooter he offered to pay for it!  Well, some of it.  Actually quite a big bit of it.  We got it from the Entertainer (whose service was awesome) and it looks like this


Then bear was discussing his maths homework.  I am unimpressed by the homework.  He has to arrange twelve shapes that are funny sort of arrangements of blocks to make a rectangle.  Bear suggested he went on Google Images for a clue.

Afterwards DH and I worked out that as bear normally would just say 'Google' or look it up on YouTube he has probably had a look.  At least once.  I am trying hard not to just let bear get away with cheating as it is sort of research, shows initiative and it's stupid homework anyway.  If I had ever been set it, I would have just taken the detention, I wouldn't know where to start.

For the record, after some research on Wikipedia, the dratted thing is a Pentomino.  It starts off looking like this



And is supposed to end up looking like the 5x12 example in this

Both above images from Wikipedia and the full article is here.  Tomorrow is homework day.  It could be very long.

Friday, 17 April 2015

Another Few Bits to Sort Out

Father's room is full of 'stuff' and, while I am sleeping there (considerably quieter than the former junk room), it is still father's room.  I haven't cleared up the bits on his bedside table or anything.

Today I extracted bear's scooter from the space underneath the steps which I suspect was the original outside toilet.  Bear was unable to be consoled as his friend hadn't turned up for the playdate (third time this holiday, but showed up unexpected yesterday).  The under step space now looks like this.


Yes, there is a 400g ball of acrylic yarn there - long story.  I don't think this has been properly opened for nearly twelve months, and it was father that dealt with it all.

It feels disloyal getting rid of stuff that was stashed by father, but I'm going to have to do it.  It makes sense for me to start clearing some of the rubbish out of father's room, but I can't bring myself to do that.

I'm going to get rid of the rusted tins of paint (poor DH will have to make a special trip to the tip) and try and use up the swathes of plant food and weedkiller.  I've filled two bin bags with the most obvious other rubbish.  The rest, well, I'll worry about that later.  The folding chairs and table were something father wanted for the garden.  I can't bear to get rid of them while he's still with us.

My Mother Should Have Warned Me

I think that eBay is the sort of friend that my mother should have warned me about.  Mind you, my late mother passed before I had even heard of eBay, but really she should have said something.


The two yellow parcels contained this.


Around twenty metres of actually very pleasant voile in good condition.  I've seen a pretty scarf I can make (which is incredibly easy).  It takes about half a metre.  I've got some other ideas as well.  However, darn.  It cost 99p plus p&p and the amount on the parcel stamps was 50p less than the amount charged on the eBay listing.

Mind you, the lavender from the zillion lavender plants father planted mean I have all the means to make great lavender bags - and Christmas presents!  The church sale of work will be able to use them, and to be honest I quite like having a few around.  It still probably won't use up all the fabric, but I can save it until next year.  And the year after.  And the year after that.  I do want it in my stash, though. It could be fun.

Now I just need to keep my fingers crossed I'm outbid by lunchtime...

Thursday, 16 April 2015

I'm On Pinterest

I'm now on Pinterest, or rather, Lyssa Medana is.  I've been putting stuff up for 'The Forgotten Village' and 'Digging up the Past' and I'm pulling together a few bits for 'A Simple Spell' which I am currently working on (just over 31,000 words and counting).

I'd love to follow anyone reading this, so could you either comment with who to look for (I will only publish if you explicitly say I should) or follow Lyssa on Pinterest and I will follow back.

I'm still trying to work out what I am doing.  I suspect I shall lose a lot of time there.

I Wilted Some Salad Greens

Actually I poured a kettle of boiling water over some of the dandelions that are growing between the flags in the garden, but it looked like what happens with the fancy chefs.

The garden looks like a distressed area but it can only pick up.  I've pulled up some nettles, and refused to save them for soup.  I can only imagine bear's expression.  I'm pulling up a weed or two every time I go out.  I will have to a concerted effort at some later time.  The courgettes are looking a bit healthier and I gave them a fine spray with a spray bottle.  The compost looked damp so I didn't want to flood them, but I wanted to give them a bit of moisture.

Actually, today has been a bit odd.  It is only @ 10.30am as I type, but I have weeded, stripped beds, filled the dishwasher, filled the washing machine, got something out of the freezer for dinner and filled a bin bag with rubbish from the porch.  Actually almost clearing the porch has revealed the rose for the watering can, and that is a help.  I have an apple tree in a tub that needs watering as well, but I can just bung a bucket on with that.

I've been doing all that but actually I feel really poorly, very dizzy and disorientated.  It's probably not anything important, and I keep waiting for it to wear off, but it does feel odd.

Here are my wilted greens


And by the way, does anyone know what this is?  It's all over bear's apple tree.  With the bees around I don't want to splash chemicals around, but this is bear's tree.  It was brought from uncle's as it was bear's.  It was planted for him when he was born.  It's important.  I thought I would ask here, but I will also be fossicking around the internet etc.  It's a bit sad that I am the most greenfingered person I know in real life - and I really am not!


Another worrying thing is that when I popped out for these photos I filled two bin bags just with the bits of rubbish in the corners of the garden and a few weeds (plenty left!) and put in another load of washing - all the time feeling very poorly when I bent over.  I suppose I  might as well make the most of it.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Not a Good Start

Darn it.  A parcel failed to be delivered on Monday, while we were at the dentist.  I arranged redelivery today which was the earliest possible.  It must have been posted on Saturday at the latest.  It held three courgette plants that I wasn't expecting yet.  I haven't got the garden fit for plants.

I've got the poor things potted up with some sterling help from bear.  It isn't conventional.  There is a layer of that white, bobbly polystyrene stuff that helped pack around the sewing machine.  Then there is a layer of compost (thank you, Tesco, for delivering that), then a layer of the coir compressed stuff.

To be honest, I'm not sure how they will do now.  I'll get them staked in a week or so, and see what happens.  I'll be leaving them near to the central heating vent, we are sheltered here so I will hope for the best.  Gardening is another thing I know a lot of theory but little practice, and the theory is at least thirty years out of date.

I've put them into two tubs.  I'll keep watering and feeding and see how I go.