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Where we've been convinced to write a new post on Dec. 2. Stay tuned!

Two weeks.


It's been two weeks since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.

Wait, wait, wait . . . that's not what I'm trying to say. Those aren't even the right lyrics to the song. I got distracted again.


My point was this: I have yet again abandoned this site for real living. Not reporting on living but actually doing it. A lot of it. So much living, in fact, that I'm reduced to summing it up in pictures and bullets . . .
  • I saw the play Outlying Islands with our Culture Club (a.k.a. my bestie Leslie). It was okay. Heavy on metaphor with an odd ending we've not been able to understand since viewing it. That said, I'm glad we were adventurous and saw something that doesn't often make the St. Louis theater circuit, like say A Doll's House or The Importance of Being Ernest.

  • I toured the first Frank Lloyd Wright house built in Missouri with ttmac and The Carpenter. My favorite period in American history and my favorite style of architecture is Arts and Crafts. I love the aesthetic, I love the philosophy and, as such, I love Frank Lloyd Wright. Yes, he was difficult. Yes, he was foolish with money and women. But damn that man knew how to design amazingly beautiful structures. The house we saw is a Usonian built for a local man and his wife. There are only TWO right angles in the entire house! Wright designed the house using only equilateral parallelograms and hexagons, EVEN IN THE DRAWERS:
And the furniture:

The guest bed.

The dining/living area.

All of the 60/120 degree angles throughout the house give it a sense of motion, almost like you're on a ship:

All of the interior lines continue to the exterior, AND THEY ALL LINE UP.

I could go on for days about this house. This topic probably should have been its own post but who knows when I'll be back here. Just one more picture, because I was mesmerized by this roof line:

Do you see how far that sharp, sharp roof line juts out, creating the sense of motion?
Take a closer look: THERE ARE NO EXTERNAL SUPPORTS! None. It's all done with framing. FLW tickles my brain.
  • I visited my High School Bestie and her two boys, went to my first estate auction, and had coffee with cows:
  • I was awed by sunsets like this:
  • I made sure to look up when I took walks:
NO Ball Playing IN THIS . . . tree?
  • I played with my food:
You gonna eat that pickle?
  • I built a Kat Phort and filled it with catnip:
NO GIRLZ!
  • I had a night out on the town with the girls that, for a couple days, made me regret nights out on the town with the girls:
  • I witnessed a turtle orgy:

  • Brown chicken, brown turtle.
    • And I gardened. Oh boy, have I done some gardening. Since we last discussed the garden I've re-vamped almost every inch of it. I installed new solar lights along the walk, I thinned and transplanted hostas to create the border of the new bed, I moved almost every plant that already existed, I gave away a bunch of plants and added some new (more interesting) plants, I rearranged the patio furniture, I tended the seedlings . . .

      This is what success looks like.
      . . . I started potting the containers . . .
    Oooooh! Pretty!
    This is what "welcome to my home" looks like.

    . . . and I added some new architectural features like this one:

    Now I just need to find some whimsical fairy statues to sprinkle around the beds. More shopping! Yay!

    And finally . . . it's been about a month since I published the "Early Spring" photo overview of the garden so let's do our first comparison:

    April 6, 2010

    May 1, 2010
    This is what progress looks like.

    One more week and the whole place is going to EXPLODE in blooms. You should come over. We'll make a fire in the fire pit and talk about how awesome I am at creating beautiful spaces. Fine. We can talk about you, too. Sheesh.

    I'm pretty sure I did, and I know I heard my Dad ask for one, so here ya go . . .

    On Sunday I did something I've been threatening to do for years. I was all set to do it last year until I threw out my back cleaning leaves and rediscovered fear.

    So, you see that darker patch to the left of the green tub? That's where I started stripping off zoysia sod. By hand. I used a shovel to cut both sides of a foot-wide swath and then pulled it off in strips. By hand. Did I mention I did this BY HAND?

    Now I know I could have rented a tiller and possibly more easily turned this patch over, but zoysia is a lawn commodity around here and it would have killed me to just grind it up. (I put it on freecycle. Paying it forward, baby.)

    Anyway, 3,765 trips to the alley (where I left the corpse-heavy strips for pick-up) and four hours later, it looked like this:

    To say there was dirt in all the creases when I finished is to seriously understate things. I was a sweaty, filthy mess.

    I even had to use a mushroom brush to get my arms clean.

    Sexy!

    For some time I've mulled the idea of posting a semi-regular picture of the back yard to show how it progresses through the seasons and this seemed like an appropriate place to start:

    Spring: An Overview

    And after that I made a delicious Easter dinner for friends. I'm beginning to question my own sanity. Keep an eye on me for erratic behavior, like blogging and lounging.

    A couple Saturdays ago I left the house after lunch, headed for Lowe's with little more than a vague notion of how to build an indoor greenhouse. All I knew was that I was going to use the old dining room table, that I wanted to hang lights from the cross beams in the basement and that I wanted the lights to hang on chains so I could raise them as the plants grew. Being acutely aware of my (lack of) construction experience, I made sure to dress cute and fix my hair and makeup in case I had to ask for help. I really shouldn't have bothered; it would seem I'm as smart as I am cute. See for yourselves.


    I took these items (discovered while shopping) and a handful of power tools . . .

    . . . and made these:


    I had to measure things . . .


    I had to drill things . . .


    I screwed things . . .


    I mounted things . . .


    And then I screwed things on the ceiling . . .


    And then it was time to lay down some serious seed:

    In all I planted about 800 seeds in over 200 peat pots that had to be rehydrated, opened, aerated and planted by hand - by tiny, tiny hand . . .

    Let me tell ya, monkeys, this was TEDIOUS work and took hours (the construction part was much more fun). I spent so much time in the basement that day, I felt like a C.H.U.D. when I finally emerged (after dark). In the end, I'm glad I spent the time to plant in these pots because the seedlings can go straight into the ground without having to be repotted. Besides, the backache was forgotten when I woke up the other day to this:

    Baby zinnias!

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