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Plants don't talk back
I know that a lot of people who don't garden out of dietary necessity do it to relax, but so far this year it's been anything but for me. Between Streets and San demolishing our corner and ComEd failing to communicate over the new gas lines, we're holding back on doing anything out front lest it be ruined. This is spilling over into our plots in back because one of them has the firebush from the street corner stuck in it until we're sure it's safe to replant it. Impatience got the better of me today and I finally planted some mache there--the seeds I bought last winter for early spring planting. If I'd put them in the ground back when I thought I'd be able to, I'd have a crop already.
I was all suited up for some serious digging because today was supposed to be the afternoon where the Landscape Committee tackled the parkway project. But the truth is there is no "committee", there is only Scooter and Mr Moonshine who do what they want and inform us afterwards. At the last condo meeting, I'd suggested Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Having not heard anything definite about scheduling, I went out about one this afternoon to find Scooter fucinishing up the project.
The goal was to end up with a serpentine retaining wall. We had the bricks laid out for the sweaty work of digging the trench and laying them. Scooter dug it to half the depth he should've and didn't angle it correctly, so instead of leaning into the slope (using gravity to help hold them in place), the bricks are leaning toward the street (where gravity and pressure from the soil behind them will eventually push them over). I tried to explain this to him in so many words but he refused to believe there was anything wrong with his handiwork.
Whatever. Next time he complains that he's the only person who does anything around here, I'll tell him he can shove it. What else do you expect when you actively undermine all efforts to involve other people and refuse their input? That's been the pattern since before we bought in here and our attempts to change it are going nowhere, so fuck trying to seek consensus and cooperation.
At least I was able to plow the annoyance into finishing the soup I started on Wednesday. My first time cooking with parsley root and I think I like it. A lot of the produce at Devon looked uncharacteristically shabby, so no parsnips, but I think I found the one decent-looking yellow squash and some good shallots of size. We'll see how it all comes together later in the week;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu apparently forgot about the enriched stock in the fridge because he went out and bought another city ham to do vetsmama-style.
I was all suited up for some serious digging because today was supposed to be the afternoon where the Landscape Committee tackled the parkway project. But the truth is there is no "committee", there is only Scooter and Mr Moonshine who do what they want and inform us afterwards. At the last condo meeting, I'd suggested Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Having not heard anything definite about scheduling, I went out about one this afternoon to find Scooter f
The goal was to end up with a serpentine retaining wall. We had the bricks laid out for the sweaty work of digging the trench and laying them. Scooter dug it to half the depth he should've and didn't angle it correctly, so instead of leaning into the slope (using gravity to help hold them in place), the bricks are leaning toward the street (where gravity and pressure from the soil behind them will eventually push them over). I tried to explain this to him in so many words but he refused to believe there was anything wrong with his handiwork.
Whatever. Next time he complains that he's the only person who does anything around here, I'll tell him he can shove it. What else do you expect when you actively undermine all efforts to involve other people and refuse their input? That's been the pattern since before we bought in here and our attempts to change it are going nowhere, so fuck trying to seek consensus and cooperation.
At least I was able to plow the annoyance into finishing the soup I started on Wednesday. My first time cooking with parsley root and I think I like it. A lot of the produce at Devon looked uncharacteristically shabby, so no parsnips, but I think I found the one decent-looking yellow squash and some good shallots of size. We'll see how it all comes together later in the week;
monshu apparently forgot about the enriched stock in the fridge because he went out and bought another city ham to do vetsmama-style.