Not Quite.
Jul. 3rd, 2005 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormI was going to post about last night. Instead, I'll post about today.
Today was gardening day. It was so very beautiful out, although I spent the morning in bed with Juggler and didn't see the sky until maybe noon-thirty.
There's an odd sort of feeling, right now, between us. I'm trying not to worry about it, and I'm generally succeeding. Whether its because he's stressed (is he?) or I am (am I?) or because of some other thing, there will be time enough to worry about it if it continues.
So today, in the sunshine, we dug purple potatoes out of the garden. Some of them were mingled with tomatoes, and some with peas, so it was very careful work to get them out without hurting the tomatoes (little sungolds with pea-sized fruit, I had missed that smell. Did you know that sungold tomato foliage smells different than normal tomato foliage?). We wandered around looking at things, I weeded a little, also I ejjicated Juggler on a couple of things.
I had a half-formed thought to hang out with Chris, but I missed him both on the phone and at Grandview park. Couldn't get a hold of Tyler, Kynnin was busy, had the momentary urge to call Devon but I knew she was working. I knew I needed food (you know, I didn't have breakfast until 4pm and I'm not really in terriblew shape?) and I needed to plant things in the garden, so I gave up the hunt for company and wandered down myself after hitting up Sweet Cherubim for samosas and milk (best lunch ever).
My garden is mine. My hollyhocks are in full bloom; they're the loveliest things on this earth, which is interesting, because I don't usually like hollyhocks. These, however, are beautiful sunset/dried blood colours that fade from outside to inside, I wish I had pictures. My sage was done blooming, so I trimmed off the flowers. My pineapple sage had started blooming, it looked like firecrackers. Salvia really is sage! Duh!
When I moved my plants out of Juggler's house on Friday, I put some of them in the community garden. I was waiting with baited breath for them to be stolen in the interim, but they were in fact not, and I got them in the ground. I also did some weeding, some watering, and some serious disturbing of ant-hills.
My garden plot is the southeast one, which means it gets a lotlotlot of sun on the wood ties that form the bed. The ants really like dry heat, and so all along the south and to a lesser extent the east side they've excavated. Every time I stuck my trowel in to get the roots of some weed, winged ants, nearly-ready ant babies in white sacs, and actual ants would come surging out of the ground. It made things exciting.
A whole ton of people got there right after I did, to the community garden, but I stayed until they all left, packed up, and locked the shed. Then I headed home, and here I've been playing with the garden. One roommate is gone, the one who usually waters, so I did a bunch of watering on his stuff, inside the greenhouse, and on the pots that I'd brought from Juggler's (and man did they need it). My kiwis are in the ground now, along the greenhouse frame (!!).
I chopped the bamboo (nigra) way way back for the move here, and I'm thinking about potentially chopping it back to the ground. It has mites, I think, because it hasn't been shooting for the last two years. I really need to look at the roots, but taking it out of that tub and repotting will be such an ordeal. I'll see if watering it regularly helps at all.
Black Plum and Cherokee Chocolate and, of course, Sungold seem to be shaping up into the nicest plants this early on. Yellow brandywine is pretty lively looking too. Speckled Roman looks terrible, but apparently the plant is always spindly like this (they say).
My peas are producing like crazy. Anyone want peas?
Now I'm too tired to put my duvet cover back on my comforter, and it's hot anyhow, so I'll be a blanket minimalist tonight in my clean bed with gardening-dirty feet. I can't believe I didn't sunburn; this tanning thing actually does work if you're insane enough to spend a ton of time in the sun. I get a little bit tender, but not actually really burnt.
Oh, Kynnin, I forgot to tell you: I have the last(next) two books in the Hominids series, would you like to borrow them? I wouldn't mind reading the first one again before I tear through them, though when I was given them I was told that the dude gets Heinlein-esque in his level of soapboxing, so maybe taking them slowly would be good.
Now, originally I was going to talk about the guy last night at the fetish event. The fetish event itself was kinda interesting, I liked being there, I'll likely go again, I may bring opera glasses (the setup wasn't as ideal for watching as it was in the last space they used, I'm told). My boots feel intensely bondage-y, movement is difficult and sometimes almost painful (the zippers burn my inner thighs a bit, um, in a nice way if that means anything to you).
However. I was cornered by someone who was trying to impress me for part of the night, while the lovely lady who accompanied me was doing something else. Perhaps it's fair to say that I allowed myself to be cornered, because boots or no, I could have walked away, and when I got bored enough I did.
It's going to sound odd for you to hear this, perhaps, but this guy was the first absolute dead-on use for the word 'ass' I've ever found, exempting donkeys and the body part. He was totally an ass. He was trying to be polite about it, but he asked inappropriate questions, implied inappropriate and just plain wrong things, used inappropriate body language, and then propositioned me. It's fascinating, because in the doing of it (and this is why I hung around) I realised that I can peg his type in the poly group dead-on too; I wonder if all groups have people who feed on newbies in them? It's odd how all this happened while he was being polite, to all observation. If I was really an unsure newbie, I'd definitely think by now that 1) I 'should' be pushing the edges of what I like to do, rather than doing what I like 2) I should be messing around with harm-causing impliments that I've heard are unsafe without practicing with them first on non-personlike objects 3) I should go as fast into new things as I can stand, rather than doing what's comfortable 4) Liking things is generally an either-or proposition and 5) A simple exploded-quad poly configuration is really mind-bogglingly hard to understand.
Well, among other things. The body language was fascinating, too. I definitely felt like a little-girl-object, he kept sitting on the outside of things, between me and people, or me and the rest of the room, and getting just a little too close. Now, that might be cool in a specific prearranged context, but with a stranger, just in general? Heh.
Juggler asked, so why did you stick around?
Really, I didn't believe he was actually such an ass at first. I don't meet many people like that. Then I was just amazed, because he seemed to be going through the list of cheesy-stupid things not to do. Then he stopped talking, and I was sitting in a comfortable seat, so there was no reason to leave.
Then I left.
Anyhow, fascinating little moment there.
It's been a good weekend. I'll get to bed comparatively early tonight, in *my* bed, in the warm, and go to work tomorrow, and after work go do a little more gardening at Juggler's. I have some calling to do tomorrow, because I do really want to try to get a neckrub and a chat out of Chris, maybe Tuesday, and to find out how mom's doing with the haul-out on the boat (which is needing some extreme re-planking).
I think I can face the work-week again. :)
Oh, btw, is anyone *not* going to Sin City this coming weekend? Almost everyone I know seems to be.
Today was gardening day. It was so very beautiful out, although I spent the morning in bed with Juggler and didn't see the sky until maybe noon-thirty.
There's an odd sort of feeling, right now, between us. I'm trying not to worry about it, and I'm generally succeeding. Whether its because he's stressed (is he?) or I am (am I?) or because of some other thing, there will be time enough to worry about it if it continues.
So today, in the sunshine, we dug purple potatoes out of the garden. Some of them were mingled with tomatoes, and some with peas, so it was very careful work to get them out without hurting the tomatoes (little sungolds with pea-sized fruit, I had missed that smell. Did you know that sungold tomato foliage smells different than normal tomato foliage?). We wandered around looking at things, I weeded a little, also I ejjicated Juggler on a couple of things.
I had a half-formed thought to hang out with Chris, but I missed him both on the phone and at Grandview park. Couldn't get a hold of Tyler, Kynnin was busy, had the momentary urge to call Devon but I knew she was working. I knew I needed food (you know, I didn't have breakfast until 4pm and I'm not really in terriblew shape?) and I needed to plant things in the garden, so I gave up the hunt for company and wandered down myself after hitting up Sweet Cherubim for samosas and milk (best lunch ever).
My garden is mine. My hollyhocks are in full bloom; they're the loveliest things on this earth, which is interesting, because I don't usually like hollyhocks. These, however, are beautiful sunset/dried blood colours that fade from outside to inside, I wish I had pictures. My sage was done blooming, so I trimmed off the flowers. My pineapple sage had started blooming, it looked like firecrackers. Salvia really is sage! Duh!
When I moved my plants out of Juggler's house on Friday, I put some of them in the community garden. I was waiting with baited breath for them to be stolen in the interim, but they were in fact not, and I got them in the ground. I also did some weeding, some watering, and some serious disturbing of ant-hills.
My garden plot is the southeast one, which means it gets a lotlotlot of sun on the wood ties that form the bed. The ants really like dry heat, and so all along the south and to a lesser extent the east side they've excavated. Every time I stuck my trowel in to get the roots of some weed, winged ants, nearly-ready ant babies in white sacs, and actual ants would come surging out of the ground. It made things exciting.
A whole ton of people got there right after I did, to the community garden, but I stayed until they all left, packed up, and locked the shed. Then I headed home, and here I've been playing with the garden. One roommate is gone, the one who usually waters, so I did a bunch of watering on his stuff, inside the greenhouse, and on the pots that I'd brought from Juggler's (and man did they need it). My kiwis are in the ground now, along the greenhouse frame (!!).
I chopped the bamboo (nigra) way way back for the move here, and I'm thinking about potentially chopping it back to the ground. It has mites, I think, because it hasn't been shooting for the last two years. I really need to look at the roots, but taking it out of that tub and repotting will be such an ordeal. I'll see if watering it regularly helps at all.
Black Plum and Cherokee Chocolate and, of course, Sungold seem to be shaping up into the nicest plants this early on. Yellow brandywine is pretty lively looking too. Speckled Roman looks terrible, but apparently the plant is always spindly like this (they say).
My peas are producing like crazy. Anyone want peas?
Now I'm too tired to put my duvet cover back on my comforter, and it's hot anyhow, so I'll be a blanket minimalist tonight in my clean bed with gardening-dirty feet. I can't believe I didn't sunburn; this tanning thing actually does work if you're insane enough to spend a ton of time in the sun. I get a little bit tender, but not actually really burnt.
Oh, Kynnin, I forgot to tell you: I have the last(next) two books in the Hominids series, would you like to borrow them? I wouldn't mind reading the first one again before I tear through them, though when I was given them I was told that the dude gets Heinlein-esque in his level of soapboxing, so maybe taking them slowly would be good.
Now, originally I was going to talk about the guy last night at the fetish event. The fetish event itself was kinda interesting, I liked being there, I'll likely go again, I may bring opera glasses (the setup wasn't as ideal for watching as it was in the last space they used, I'm told). My boots feel intensely bondage-y, movement is difficult and sometimes almost painful (the zippers burn my inner thighs a bit, um, in a nice way if that means anything to you).
However. I was cornered by someone who was trying to impress me for part of the night, while the lovely lady who accompanied me was doing something else. Perhaps it's fair to say that I allowed myself to be cornered, because boots or no, I could have walked away, and when I got bored enough I did.
It's going to sound odd for you to hear this, perhaps, but this guy was the first absolute dead-on use for the word 'ass' I've ever found, exempting donkeys and the body part. He was totally an ass. He was trying to be polite about it, but he asked inappropriate questions, implied inappropriate and just plain wrong things, used inappropriate body language, and then propositioned me. It's fascinating, because in the doing of it (and this is why I hung around) I realised that I can peg his type in the poly group dead-on too; I wonder if all groups have people who feed on newbies in them? It's odd how all this happened while he was being polite, to all observation. If I was really an unsure newbie, I'd definitely think by now that 1) I 'should' be pushing the edges of what I like to do, rather than doing what I like 2) I should be messing around with harm-causing impliments that I've heard are unsafe without practicing with them first on non-personlike objects 3) I should go as fast into new things as I can stand, rather than doing what's comfortable 4) Liking things is generally an either-or proposition and 5) A simple exploded-quad poly configuration is really mind-bogglingly hard to understand.
Well, among other things. The body language was fascinating, too. I definitely felt like a little-girl-object, he kept sitting on the outside of things, between me and people, or me and the rest of the room, and getting just a little too close. Now, that might be cool in a specific prearranged context, but with a stranger, just in general? Heh.
Juggler asked, so why did you stick around?
Really, I didn't believe he was actually such an ass at first. I don't meet many people like that. Then I was just amazed, because he seemed to be going through the list of cheesy-stupid things not to do. Then he stopped talking, and I was sitting in a comfortable seat, so there was no reason to leave.
Then I left.
Anyhow, fascinating little moment there.
It's been a good weekend. I'll get to bed comparatively early tonight, in *my* bed, in the warm, and go to work tomorrow, and after work go do a little more gardening at Juggler's. I have some calling to do tomorrow, because I do really want to try to get a neckrub and a chat out of Chris, maybe Tuesday, and to find out how mom's doing with the haul-out on the boat (which is needing some extreme re-planking).
I think I can face the work-week again. :)
Oh, btw, is anyone *not* going to Sin City this coming weekend? Almost everyone I know seems to be.
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Date: 2005-07-05 01:40 am (UTC)And he was bothering every female in the room, not just me. I feel so not special!
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Date: 2005-07-05 01:42 am (UTC)You're still special, don't worry!