Monday, September 28, 2020

Evil and Plants

Long time, no post!  I've been irritable, cranky, even.  It just never ceases to amaze me that people voted for that man and continue to support him.  Why his approval rating is over 5% is a complete and total mystery to me.  The republicans have remained mysteriously mute on the fact that the wombat basically does not pay taxes, owes $421M to someone, and if his tax audit goes against him, he'll owe the IRS around $100M.  So much winning!  If you haven't read the NYT article, you should.  It's incredibly researched and well written, and long.

Last Thursday we planted the blue sage we bought to replace the dying bottle brush plants.  We thought it wouldn't be all that difficult since the bougainvilleas had been removed and holes had been dug for the bottle brushes.  Wrong! It was a bigger root ball so we had to dig deeper.  There were rocks the size of my head in the dirt.  The two ladies from Alaska who now run a landscaping business were down the street.  I walked down to see if they had a caliche bar on the truck.  They had something much better.

It was a jack hammer!  The thing weighed 40 pounds, it was all I could do to get it home, but it was worth the effort.  It's a very effective tool for getting out rocks and caliche.  It had a spade attachment which is like a little shovel.  Jim ran it, I was too tired.

This is next door, it's a red fish hook cactus.  It's odd to see a cactus blooming this time of year.

Here is the rest of my political commentary for this post.


  1. I have never wanted time to pass as quickly as I do right now. I want the election mess over with. I get sick to my stomach worrying about what is going to happen. I want people to be good and kind and I know I'm asking for the impossible. So I cry.

  2. Pretty cactus! The NYT report on Trump's taxes was excellent and thorough -- even though it basically said exactly what everyone's suspected all along. Trump's continued popularity is mysterious, except that there are people who disregard all factual information believing that he is somehow doing God's work (ha!) and others who instinctively disbelieve anything the "MSM" tells them. In other words, the people who continue to support him basically just have their heads in the sand.

  3. I dread election night. I've decided to vote in person during early voting. I'll wait a few days after it starts so that hopefully the most anxious voters will have already come and gone.

    my unimproved dirt around here is hard as a rock when dry but not from rocks but from the clay content and gooey sticky when wet.

  4. Slogging, slogging, slogging, one foot after the other, one day at a gobshite time to election day. I think I am reasonably older than you, so this may mean nothing, but today I heard myself singing When the lights come on again, all over the world. If we just beat him, yanks can clean up the mess. From my lips to god's ear.
    Good job on that jackhammer.