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Wealth and fame she's ignored.

Action is her reward. Look out!

Busy morning
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I spent the morning watching Tom Hiddleston on YouTube with the kids and then sent them to the kitchen to make milkshakes while I moseyed out to the garden to turn on a soaker hose. That's when I realized the Mister was still at home.

"Oh. We're usually much more nutritional and hardworking."

I know he believed me.

Emerald Awesomeness Bee at 12 O'Clock
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I'm watching a candidate forum so as to vote in the June primary. One of candidates' solution to everything is for everyone to drop what they're doing and start growing marijuana. You think I am exaggerating or poking fun. I'm not. I could literally use the word literally in this situation.

Had a good lighting day yesterday so I got a few more pics.
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Plus, my first very own personal gingerbread on the shed and garage. I've admired the sunbursts on other people's Victorian homes, and now I have some of my very own. I kept waiting for the perfect day to photograph my garden: overcast enough so that it wasn't a glarey blur, bright enough that the wildflowers were open. And then the day came! And my camera's batteries were dead. So, glarey it is, but pretty too, I hope.

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I found the snake!
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Jeff the baby corn snake has been AWOL from his tank for a few days. We've been worried the cat would get him or that he would crawl into the heating ducts and starve. But I lifted the winter coats out of a laundry basket and there he was! Much rejoicing, and the edition of weights to the tank lid.

In other news, the Mister and I road tripped south. He found us a camp ground near the San Jose valley. Unbeknownst to us, the road turned into something a bit like driving along the edge of a skyscraper. I am terrified of heights so that was white-knuckled. But, just over the crest were rolling grasslands and live oaks with the observatory gleaming white on the next ridge, and waking up to golden sunlight, dueling woodpeckers and wild turkeys.

My spring annuals are going gangbusters. Pics soon I hope.

I'm a little sore
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But 90YO will be warm this winter. Grandpa (70YO?), the kiddos and I split her firewood into chunks small enough for her to handle and stacked it all. If this were a fairytale, we'd all be soon to acquire a valuable magical object, and likely marry royalty. Trip to San Francisco was very cool. Loved the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit, kids liked the sharks and the planetarium. 8YO acquired a shark puppet. It's a leopard shark. This natural talent for camouflage means it must be a secret agent. I'm told it has a name, but I don't have the security clearance for it. The shark is publicly to be referred to as Spy Shark.

And now I must do the newsletter. I've put it off so long, it's now a combined issue. I'm going to challenge myself, see if I can get it done in an hour.

So excited!
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I'm getting lots done in my garden, and it's looking awesome. Most of my dahlias are in the ground including almost 40 new varieties. Did I mention I'm excited? And I've been selling tubers on craigslist this year for the first time. About $400 worth so far! Not a profit, I'm sure, but at least an offset. My mama is funny. She mentioned that she wanted to go on a day trip to San Francisco to celebrate the end of a busy tax season at her office. I suggested this would combine well with the California Dahlia Society tuber sale this weekend that I was hoping to attend. Perhaps we could go together? Now all three kids are coming, there are two nights at a hotel, and to put the cap on it: "You weren't actually planning on buying any plants or anything were you? I don't think there will be room in the car with all the luggage." Oh no, I was only going to the sale to sniff the tubers. Hah! There will be room in the car. Poor mama, in addition to her tax time labors, she's been living in an episode of Justified lately. First, someone left a body on the country road outside her house, then fleeing pot growers went by her on the freeway at 100 mph+ :( (please to legalize soonist) and then a bobcat got her last two chickens. She needs a vaycay.

Put down my non-con and back away!
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I've been reading the torments of a lovely, intelligent, sex-positive, feminist sex researcher who has felt obligated to pick up 50 Shades and give it a read. Oh dear. I'm sure you can imagine the book is filled with all sorts of consent violations and sex tropes that aren't actually true and are even harmful. The most common being that genital reactions in women mean they are aroused or welcome the stimulus that caused it.

I've read her reactions to erotic fiction before, and it's clear she feels it should be cleansed of anything that would not be appropriate in real life, especially bad consent stuff. But! But! Fiction is NOT real life. That's why we consume fiction. Look at Harry Potter. He's a child soldier. A horrifically neglected, orphaned, child soldier. True, it has been widely banned by evangelical types, but not because it's a horrific example of how to raise children. Instead it's banned because of what makes it work: the fantastical elements that make it easy to divorce ourselves from the horror fest it would be in real life and vicariously enjoy the adventure and risk. Maybe she'd like 50 Shades better if it still had vampires, but probably not.

ETA: Now I'm trying to think of other fiction that could be cleansed. Perhaps Romeo and Juliet of all that nasty tragedy and hormonal stupids?

Surprise! Giant Tax Bill!
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After years of getting money back I cheerfully did my taxes this year, only to find myself hyperventilating instead. Is... that a negative? As in I owe? Followed by a 4 digit number? With a $50 penalty for owing too much?? But I'm pretty well over the shock, and will have managed to scrape it together I think.
Saw the Liam Neeson on a Plane movie. Decent flick. It was a bit surreal, because we had a fairly good sized and looong lasting earthquake during a period of turbulence in the movie. Earthquakes are directional, and it stopped one of my pendulum clocks, but started another that was facing a different direction. My poor mom was closer to the quake, it was a bit more like a poltergeist attack. She said that if the earthquake had been oriented another way, one of their light fixtures would have smashed into a window, it was swinging so vigorously.
We're all just recovering from the Cold Of Doom. The poor Mister has had to work all through it. He warned his clients that he was sick in hopes they would wish to reschedule, but most of them had either had it or were recovering and had no mercy. Fortunately not too many tub deliveries for me, I doused myself liberally with hand sanitizer.

I'm in the biz
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I've been digging and dividing dahlia tubers for the last week. Somehow, when I wish I had more and more dahlias, I never think about this part. I listed my extras on Craigslist for the first time and today I made my first sale! 20 smackeroos. It will be interesting to see how it works out. There's not much flowering yet on the decorative side of things, but the fruiting stuff can't wait around I guess, work to be done: apples, pears, peaches, pluots, blueberries, blackberries, are all blooming away. In other news, the hospital here in town is looking into allowing my labor pool service. Could be interesting. Tonight, I'm writing an overview of my service to submit. I won't hold my breath. Understandably, hospitals rush into nothing. I think it took a couple of years for the progressive hospital I work with to develop a waterbirth program. Ah well, the ox is slow, but the earth is patient.

Less fun, I think I'm having my first sinus infection. At first I thought it was just my cold. The horrid headaches went away after the first week, but I still feel a bit weird and easily tired. I keep thinking I ought to go get an antibiotic perhaps, but every day I feel just a little bit better more myself, so I'm reluctant to go to the trouble.

13YO is taller than I am, and his shoe size has exceeded the Mister's. My goodness! 5 foot 7 something. I can't help but be proud, like he is a prize pumpkin or something. I'm so proud of my handsome boys. They are so much nicer than I was at their age. Nicer to each other, and to their parents (thank goodness). Although my mom tells me that 8YO is much like I was, and you can tell she gets a certain punitive satisfaction from that.

And finally storming and rain! Must be time for a road trip
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I am so glad to see the rain. It makes me think of Christmas and childhood. I'm sure the Mister wouldn't have minded the dry weather for one more weekend though. We drove up to his marksmanship workshop over flooded roads and great torrents of rivers with giant logs floating down them. I kept myself busy while he perfected his craft. He said that his rifle got gawked at by the Oregonians. California has an 'assault rifle' ban. Since there is no such thing as an 'assault rifle', lawmakers were reduced to outlawing features that make a gun look, well, like the guns they see bad guys using in movies. So a legal rifle in California, IF it has a detachable magazine, cannot have an adjustable stock, flash hider, or pistol grip. These things don't make the gun easier to use in a crime, or more deadly in some way, but they do make the gun look more 'military'. Gun manufacturers almost immediately rendered the law moot by changing the design of the magazine attachment: a 'bullet button' style arrangement in which the magazine does require a tool to detach it, but the 'tool' is either a bullet, or a small magnetized button that can be left attached, but is nominally a separate tool.
Anyway, the Mister opted to have an old-fashioned detachable magazine, meaning he must eschew features that most people consider standard.

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