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Sunday happened
Nov. 30th, 2014 08:29 pmI was summoned to the residence today. Survived. I tried to at least start M on some progressive thinking by comparing the laws and prejudices re black Americans in the '60s to today, i.e. blacks and whites were forbidden to marry, and suggesting that in the same way she might move on a bit in her views of gay people. It may have worked. She started talking about Kim Kardashian and her boyfriend. Of course, given M's memory, we'll be back to square one next time. She wanted to know what I'd been doing and I came to a dead halt, considering the various things I couldn't mention and then after a little preparation, told her I'd been to the Pride Parade. It went ok, sort of, just a sort of disbelieving, "You enjoy that kind of thing?" Of course, M thinks I was watching, not marching. One thing at a time.
My lemon-scented eucalypt is enjoying Bark Season right now, so this weekend's gardening job was raking up bark. Lots and lots of bark. The LSE has dropped most of its bark now and so has the Pot Plant, the rose gum I planted in the garden when it was a 30 centimetre intruder into a pot that belonged to something else. It's now about 60 feet high in 10 years. I suppose the name eucalyptus grandis would have been a clue, if I had known its species back at the start. It's about the same height as the LSE and will likely survive the, ah, clearfelling of that side of the garden, being quite close to the back fence. They're the two biggest trees for quite awhile hereabouts.
The rats are doing fairly well, given that I've given up trying to introduce my new little guys, Dario and Barnaby, to Raff, who is a large, aggressive alpha rat. I never knew he was aggressive until he met the young rats. He's fine with humans and his elderly housemate, Finn. Dario and Barnaby were abandoned in a car park, in a box, and handed in to Perth Rat Rescue, from where they came to me three weeks ago. It was pretty rough for them to then have to deal with someone like Raff, but in own defence I didn't realise he was going to be that bad. So I've put the young rats in their own place across the room, so they don't get any more hostile takeover visits in the privacy of their own home! In time, Raff will probably be n-e-u-t-e-r-e-d to help deal with his issues.
Nothing on TV tonight. Tired. Sleep now.
My lemon-scented eucalypt is enjoying Bark Season right now, so this weekend's gardening job was raking up bark. Lots and lots of bark. The LSE has dropped most of its bark now and so has the Pot Plant, the rose gum I planted in the garden when it was a 30 centimetre intruder into a pot that belonged to something else. It's now about 60 feet high in 10 years. I suppose the name eucalyptus grandis would have been a clue, if I had known its species back at the start. It's about the same height as the LSE and will likely survive the, ah, clearfelling of that side of the garden, being quite close to the back fence. They're the two biggest trees for quite awhile hereabouts.
The rats are doing fairly well, given that I've given up trying to introduce my new little guys, Dario and Barnaby, to Raff, who is a large, aggressive alpha rat. I never knew he was aggressive until he met the young rats. He's fine with humans and his elderly housemate, Finn. Dario and Barnaby were abandoned in a car park, in a box, and handed in to Perth Rat Rescue, from where they came to me three weeks ago. It was pretty rough for them to then have to deal with someone like Raff, but in own defence I didn't realise he was going to be that bad. So I've put the young rats in their own place across the room, so they don't get any more hostile takeover visits in the privacy of their own home! In time, Raff will probably be n-e-u-t-e-r-e-d to help deal with his issues.
Nothing on TV tonight. Tired. Sleep now.