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monshu and I both managed to get through last night's condo meeting without killing anyone. (It may have had something to do with the fact that we were hosting and couldn't stand the thought of blood on our walls.) Really, everyone sounded almost perfectly reasonable. So much so that you'd actually think it was their nature if, you know, you hadn't witnessed their behaviour over the past months. Perhaps something we happen on the crumbling chimney, perhaps not; we're so past caring at this point. What matters is that they approved monshu's scheme for reforming rental arrangements.
Afterwards, though, we did have a bit of garden rage. At the meeting, I'd politely asked everyone to have a look at their plots and rein in the exuberance of their plantings if need be. As you locals know, it's been a warm and wet summer, and that's led to a lot of rank growth. What actually inspired the announcement was straightening up from doing some weeding a couple weeks ago and finding my hair caught in an overarching shoot from the gayboys' climbing rose. And even though I didn't explicitly mention this, they acknowledged their fault and did something about it that very evening.
Contrast this to Crazy Neighbour Lady, who decided to pick a fight over her zinnias. (This is the woman, if you'll recall, who planted the collapsing sunflowers last year.) First she asked if the announcement was a passive-aggressive dig at her. I assured her it wasn't, but I mentioned that her stuff was rather encroaching on our herbs. She asked what I wanted her to do; I made a number of suggestions (e.g. tie back, pull up, replant, etc.) all of which she shot down, ultimately justifying her laissez-faire attitude with the claim that her flowers' invasiveness was just "nature taking its course". "Actually, if it were just a case of 'nature taking its course', then this would be all pokeweed and smartweed." That's about when she stormed off.
I also regaled everyone with the sad saga of the ninebark, which is still limping from watering to watering. I had almost given it up for gone when I turned the hose on it last night, but after a good soaking (almost a very good soaking, because I was already naked in bed before I remembered to turn the water off) it fluffed out again. Two applications of bug smothered has failed to solve our pest problem. Anyone know a good insect exorcist?
monshu and I both managed to get through last night's condo meeting without killing anyone. (It may have had something to do with the fact that we were hosting and couldn't stand the thought of blood on our walls.) Really, everyone sounded almost perfectly reasonable. So much so that you'd actually think it was their nature if, you know, you hadn't witnessed their behaviour over the past months. Perhaps something we happen on the crumbling chimney, perhaps not; we're so past caring at this point. What matters is that they approved monshu's scheme for reforming rental arrangements.Afterwards, though, we did have a bit of garden rage. At the meeting, I'd politely asked everyone to have a look at their plots and rein in the exuberance of their plantings if need be. As you locals know, it's been a warm and wet summer, and that's led to a lot of rank growth. What actually inspired the announcement was straightening up from doing some weeding a couple weeks ago and finding my hair caught in an overarching shoot from the gayboys' climbing rose. And even though I didn't explicitly mention this, they acknowledged their fault and did something about it that very evening.
Contrast this to Crazy Neighbour Lady, who decided to pick a fight over her zinnias. (This is the woman, if you'll recall, who planted the collapsing sunflowers last year.) First she asked if the announcement was a passive-aggressive dig at her. I assured her it wasn't, but I mentioned that her stuff was rather encroaching on our herbs. She asked what I wanted her to do; I made a number of suggestions (e.g. tie back, pull up, replant, etc.) all of which she shot down, ultimately justifying her laissez-faire attitude with the claim that her flowers' invasiveness was just "nature taking its course". "Actually, if it were just a case of 'nature taking its course', then this would be all pokeweed and smartweed." That's about when she stormed off.
I also regaled everyone with the sad saga of the ninebark, which is still limping from watering to watering. I had almost given it up for gone when I turned the hose on it last night, but after a good soaking (almost a very good soaking, because I was already naked in bed before I remembered to turn the water off) it fluffed out again. Two applications of bug smothered has failed to solve our pest problem. Anyone know a good insect exorcist?