Not-Nano Day 5
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blamebramptonToday: 1829 words, cumulative total: 9050.
Was slowed by doing a reread and copy edit of all that is in this fic so far. It is going to be in the 'Yes, I meant to read that, but it was so long …' category I fear.
Lost 20 tomatoes to birds and caterpillars today. Have hand-picked off dozens of caterpillars and bought netting for the birds. I am feeling at one with my swearing Greek gardening neighbours and will soon start netting the entire back garden in a fit of pique, as they do.
Also went for a lovely walk along the river today (day off!) and bought some chocolates from the chocolateria on the other side of the bridge. There was a wonderfully huge 10-month-old American Staffordshire terrier that apparently weighs 50kg. Its owner was all, 'Fear not, miss! I can control him!' while I was holding out my hands with glee and saying, 'Let me pat you, happy doggie!' Dog and I both pleased by the encounter, owner enjoyed himself telling stories of how much work the dog is to train and walk.
Then, on my walk home, I was going to come up the mid-way path that leads straight up the hill from the river to my street through two parks. The path travels away from the river in a series of switchbacks, with fences against the 'cliff' (more a cutaway into the already steep hill) edge so people can look out over the water. I glanced up to see how wet the path was and saw a man and a woman standing at the second fence, looking at me anxiously. Then I realised that they were standing very close. And her skirt was up around her shoulders. I continued along the river to the next path.
A friend rang as I finally made my way through the park near the top of the hill, and we had a lovely long talk with me sitting under a flowering gum. The whole time I wanted to say, 'Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex, don't you think? Think of the schoolchildren walking home and people out for walks, trying to mull over their fest fics!' But I just couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation.
Was slowed by doing a reread and copy edit of all that is in this fic so far. It is going to be in the 'Yes, I meant to read that, but it was so long …' category I fear.
Lost 20 tomatoes to birds and caterpillars today. Have hand-picked off dozens of caterpillars and bought netting for the birds. I am feeling at one with my swearing Greek gardening neighbours and will soon start netting the entire back garden in a fit of pique, as they do.
Also went for a lovely walk along the river today (day off!) and bought some chocolates from the chocolateria on the other side of the bridge. There was a wonderfully huge 10-month-old American Staffordshire terrier that apparently weighs 50kg. Its owner was all, 'Fear not, miss! I can control him!' while I was holding out my hands with glee and saying, 'Let me pat you, happy doggie!' Dog and I both pleased by the encounter, owner enjoyed himself telling stories of how much work the dog is to train and walk.
Then, on my walk home, I was going to come up the mid-way path that leads straight up the hill from the river to my street through two parks. The path travels away from the river in a series of switchbacks, with fences against the 'cliff' (more a cutaway into the already steep hill) edge so people can look out over the water. I glanced up to see how wet the path was and saw a man and a woman standing at the second fence, looking at me anxiously. Then I realised that they were standing very close. And her skirt was up around her shoulders. I continued along the river to the next path.
A friend rang as I finally made my way through the park near the top of the hill, and we had a lovely long talk with me sitting under a flowering gum. The whole time I wanted to say, 'Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex, don't you think? Think of the schoolchildren walking home and people out for walks, trying to mull over their fest fics!' But I just couldn't find a way to work it into the conversation.
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Date: 2015-11-05 07:55 pm (UTC)Words! \o/
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Date: 2015-11-06 02:32 am (UTC)Ha, that couple. How disappointing you couldn't seem to weave that phrase into the conversation :D
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Date: 2015-11-10 02:34 pm (UTC)I can only imagine my friend's horror if I'd tried ;-)
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Date: 2015-11-06 05:40 am (UTC)We have just started having some rain, after a long drought. Paradoxically, this means that I can un-pot the aloe veras and plant them out in the special, slightly-raised bed with high-sand-content soil that I will be digging this weekend, if it doesn't rain too hard with too much lightning (one can do things in the rain, but not when there's lightning). Aloe vera actually likes plenty of water, so long as it doesn't have to sit around with its feet wet. I will see if the rosemary can tolerate the bed as well. I have three in pots, plus one more cutting that has survived for several months, so will use one to experiment. My soil is solid clay, kilometres of it, all the way down to bedrock, so trying to grow anything that likes well-drained soil is a major operation.
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Date: 2015-11-06 11:06 am (UTC)Three-thirty in the afternoon is a wholly inappropriate time for public sex
*nod*nod*
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