catching up
May. 25th, 2006 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solarbirdToday was mostly war against horsetail, tho' I also engaged in Lesser War Against Other Weeds, and extended a climbing ladder for the snow peas, which are starting to develop, sharpened the post-hole digger, and dug out the first of four post holes. The cottonwood trees are going full-blast now; it looks like it's snowing again, only it's dry and doesn't go away. It's strange that it was such a non-phenomenon eight miles south of here, but has been such a mass of snow-like drifts at our new house both last year and this.
Pink Bells
The bees like those a lot. I'm not so fond of the bees. Stupid bees.
I also did some math, which I normally treat as a M/W/F course, but since I'm behind where I want to be on that I'm trying to make better time. My skill revision should already be far more than adequate for the course I plan to take this summer, and I'll keep up with the math and electronics while I'm taking chem.
The statue seen on the island from Desmond's sailboat is described (as is, arguably, the entire island) in this text that someone on Television Without Pity found via Google:
Pink Bells
The bees like those a lot. I'm not so fond of the bees. Stupid bees.
I also did some math, which I normally treat as a M/W/F course, but since I'm behind where I want to be on that I'm trying to make better time. My skill revision should already be far more than adequate for the course I plan to take this summer, and I'll keep up with the math and electronics while I'm taking chem.
The statue seen on the island from Desmond's sailboat is described (as is, arguably, the entire island) in this text that someone on Television Without Pity found via Google:
"The place is quite a wilderness,” said Squire Headlong: “for, during the latter part of my father's life, while I was finishing my education, he troubled himself about nothing but the cellar, and suffered everything else to go to rack and ruin. A mere wilderness, as you see, even now in December; but in summer a complete nursery of briers, a forest of thistles, a plantation of nettles, without any live stock but goats, that have eaten up all the bark of the trees. Here you see is the pedestal of a statue, with only half a leg and four toes remaining: there were many here once.It's from Thomas Love Peacock's Headlong Hall, published 1815. Project Gutenberg has the full text.
