![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I have ranted before about my boundless hatred for my washing machine, so I won't repeat myself. (Though, oddly enough, when I found the URL for that old entry I was reminded to feed ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teinedreugan's banana peel to my roses.)
Which reminds me! My lilac has buds! I don't think I'd mentioned. I wonder if it'll flower more this year than it did last. And I should consider getting more chipped stone to mulch around it anyway, and maybe add lime at some point. Need to get out and weeding.
Spent much of this evening poking and prodding at various websites comparing plants and prices for my meditation garden. (Originally typed 'medication garden'.) I think I'm settled on this and this for the lilies, with one or two of these in the bog plants section, nestled among these.
I am possessed of a strange urge to reread Pratchett's Jingo and a strange fear of doing so, because it's too, too true, right down to Lord Rustfeld.
Though I'm feeling pretty good; there was someone on one of the boards I read getting really worked up about some BDSM stuff that a friend was engaged in, and I seem to have given a handle on BDSM stuff in general and addressed his concerns some with the friend in specific. This feels a bit like a mitzvah, to have managed to build a conceptual bridge for someone. I spend so much time thrashing around on the edges of comprehension and despairing that helping someone else connect thoughts gives me tremendous satisfaction.
309 words today. Not much, but better than nothing.
teinedreugan's banana peel to my roses.)Which reminds me! My lilac has buds! I don't think I'd mentioned. I wonder if it'll flower more this year than it did last. And I should consider getting more chipped stone to mulch around it anyway, and maybe add lime at some point. Need to get out and weeding.
Spent much of this evening poking and prodding at various websites comparing plants and prices for my meditation garden. (Originally typed 'medication garden'.) I think I'm settled on this and this for the lilies, with one or two of these in the bog plants section, nestled among these.
I am possessed of a strange urge to reread Pratchett's Jingo and a strange fear of doing so, because it's too, too true, right down to Lord Rustfeld.
Though I'm feeling pretty good; there was someone on one of the boards I read getting really worked up about some BDSM stuff that a friend was engaged in, and I seem to have given a handle on BDSM stuff in general and addressed his concerns some with the friend in specific. This feels a bit like a mitzvah, to have managed to build a conceptual bridge for someone. I spend so much time thrashing around on the edges of comprehension and despairing that helping someone else connect thoughts gives me tremendous satisfaction.
309 words today. Not much, but better than nothing.
Tags: