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mallorys_camera) wrote2025-07-05 08:06 am
mallorys_camera) wrote2025-07-05 08:06 am
Transplanting
Grass clippings turn out not to be good weed deterrents.
Here was the Hyde Park garden before I weeded it:
Okay. Ten days of neglect.
Here is the garden after I weeded it. My tomato plants shot up a foot in those 10 days.
I am thinking I will go back today, finish the weeding, & put down straw—which I know from experience is an effective weed deterrent.
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I don't even want to think about what the New Paltz garden looks like. I may venture out there tomorrow.
Flavia, Mimi, & I are supposed to rendezvous at BB's Monday. I was thinking of rescuing some plants from his enormous garden and transplanting them in New Paltz—that is, if they are at all rescueable. They may not be. Their root systems may be too well established.
But BB has rows & rows of really nice heirloom tomatoes.
And it would be a pity to let them all perish.
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Other than that... I got an enormous client assignment yesteray. The kiskas are pleased they will not starve.
I sat out on the back porch for a long while last night and watched the fireflies and Black Chicken strutting about. Black Chicken crows! Just like a rooster.
I am brain dead in a peculiar fashion: There is just nothing very much to think about because there is no one to tell what I think about to. Not here, at any rate.
The wedding weekend was very good because I just chattered away through it; there were lots & lots of wonderful conversations. Here, BB was literally the only person I had to talk to. Oh, I have lots of acquaintances! People I don't recognize are constantly coming up to me in supermarkets: "So good to see you again!" I suppose I must have done their taxes.
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I did everything you're supposed to do to make connections in a new place when I moved here. I'm a member in good standing of all sorts of community organizations. But those community organizations did not yield friends. I met virtually no one I wanted to get to know better. I have no idea whether this is because I am too old to make new friends or whether the people here are shallow, conventional types who don't attract me, but vanity compels me to assume the latter.
So, Bad Fit to my current surroundings. DUH, right?
When I move, it should be a big move.
But I'm too brain dead to think about that very much now.
Here was the Hyde Park garden before I weeded it:
Okay. Ten days of neglect.
Here is the garden after I weeded it. My tomato plants shot up a foot in those 10 days.
I am thinking I will go back today, finish the weeding, & put down straw—which I know from experience is an effective weed deterrent.
###
I don't even want to think about what the New Paltz garden looks like. I may venture out there tomorrow.
Flavia, Mimi, & I are supposed to rendezvous at BB's Monday. I was thinking of rescuing some plants from his enormous garden and transplanting them in New Paltz—that is, if they are at all rescueable. They may not be. Their root systems may be too well established.
But BB has rows & rows of really nice heirloom tomatoes.
And it would be a pity to let them all perish.
###
Other than that... I got an enormous client assignment yesteray. The kiskas are pleased they will not starve.
I sat out on the back porch for a long while last night and watched the fireflies and Black Chicken strutting about. Black Chicken crows! Just like a rooster.
I am brain dead in a peculiar fashion: There is just nothing very much to think about because there is no one to tell what I think about to. Not here, at any rate.
The wedding weekend was very good because I just chattered away through it; there were lots & lots of wonderful conversations. Here, BB was literally the only person I had to talk to. Oh, I have lots of acquaintances! People I don't recognize are constantly coming up to me in supermarkets: "So good to see you again!" I suppose I must have done their taxes.
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I did everything you're supposed to do to make connections in a new place when I moved here. I'm a member in good standing of all sorts of community organizations. But those community organizations did not yield friends. I met virtually no one I wanted to get to know better. I have no idea whether this is because I am too old to make new friends or whether the people here are shallow, conventional types who don't attract me, but vanity compels me to assume the latter.
So, Bad Fit to my current surroundings. DUH, right?
When I move, it should be a big move.
But I'm too brain dead to think about that very much now.
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Yep.
My mouth waters thinking about tomatoes. The reason we have to put up with July.
after such a shock of course you are brain dead. With hurting heart I would think.
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Adults don’t do that.
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I finally stopped beating myself up about not fitting in better in Florida. I mean, it still sucks (and will be over soon), but at least I stopped beating myself up about it and started looking at the factors outside my control (the WORST traffic, so much sprawl, only so much time and energy, etc.).
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And of course the loss of BB makes this so hard.
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I wish you peace of mind when the time is right and hope you get to take some of BB's heirloom tomatoes, they sound like a fitting memento ❤️❤️❤️
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I hope there is someone, somewhere, you can talk to about BB.
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And I wish there were more amenable people around. This is the reason why the internet was a wonderful thing. And why sometimes moving really does help. "Grow where you're planted." Yeah no, not always. Not if you're a desert plant in the pacific northwest, or vice versa, etc.