Nasty Turd Patch

Whacking away at the weeds, there’s still a lot of this stuff is Rumex obtusifolius – Obtuse indeed! A single plant may produce up to 60,000 seeds so there’s a multi-year project in this. Even in Ireland: Docks are unpalatable, are a poor quality feed, and animals will only eat them if nothing else is available. ” After the second year, the plant continues growth and can become 3 to 4 feet tall and wide.” We’re at that stage for sure…
Nasty little turd. Cut it open and it’s orange-ish.
On the other hand some hippies like to eat this stuff, although I think just the greens. I’m not convinced because to me it looks just so unappealing and skin-crawling creepy, and I’m not a big greens-eater or a gardener anyhow. Although I’m not afraid of salads mine are more traditional lettuce and cabbage and stuff. It possibly qualifies as a Paleo Diet kinda drive-by food thing. Maybe. If Paleo-Man ate turds.
Also according to the University of Maryland…this weed is slightly poisonous. The milky sap can also cause dermatitis or blistering of the skin.
This is not gonna be a one-and-done project, especially if the kind of rains we got signal an end to drought conditions. Getting into the thickets of this stuff is squishy, that is where it’s still wet and muddy as the Ohio State Weed-Guide states: It is usually found on floodplains, along borders of woods, around buildings, in poorly drained and nutrient rich soils, but is also common in some upland sites and on acid soils. Sounds about right.
Chop-chop! I notice where my neighbor grazes his cattle there is much less of this stuff, but the land across the fence is much more dry and he has probably been spraying for it longer.

UPDATE: So upon Brig’s advice, I gathered my Corona 1-3/4″ hand-pruners in glove, and waded into the chest-high grassy-hell like Sherman’s march on Atlanta, laying waste to three yard-bags full of tops and seeds and stalks. I started with attempting to yank at them, but after one bag-full I thought better of it before my back gave out. The next two bags included hunks of grasses as well as stalks, and even some big tuffets of large rooty chunks as gave up the earth. BWWAHAHAHA!
I’m sure I missed a few and many seeds were already scatteredand some stalks lay-down hidden in the thick grass, but I got all I could see.

Breakthrough on the Western Front

Yard_Panorama2aFinally powered through the underbrush.
Had to walk through with the weedwhacker first, then drive it down with the mower, and there’s still a lot of bumpy stuff and thatch to cleanup.
In other news, the birdhouses have bluebirds and I have figured-out the drip-irrigation and sprinklers – sorta.
One pop-up is busted and vanished which accounts for the geyser effect, and I have to still connect-up the embankment supply hose and run individual lines to various elements. And the butterfly bush has sprung-back from being a stump so there’s more to kill. Flockets of quail run through the grass.
Also I got my RSO cert and temps are expected in the mid-80’s today.

Hydraulic Impediment

The concrete retaining-wall stones had been overturned and cast awry and about in a jumble. In the early spring I had removed about sixteen in order to build a walkway up the embankment – or so I thought. Talking with my neighbor across that fence however and finding them too small for stepping-stones, I returned and re-stacked them – somewhat haphazardly.
Hydraulic Impediment
The drainage from his pond overflow needs to function un-abated. While this year was unusual, it was also perhaps a sign that the 10-year drought is coming to a close so the wetness needs to travel-on. Nothing lasts forever but I think I might try to re-do this with a bit more “regularity” and add some river-rock stones to the catchment “bowl.”
In other news I made further mowing incursions into the waist-tall weeds, but one path lead nowhere and I hit the limits of traction, got stuck, and had to lift and pull and yank – eventually backed-out.Prairie_Panoramax1000with text


Stalinism. Pravda. Goebbles, etc. Media-manipulation and efforts to move and “nudge” people with subtle and not-so-subtle “social engineering” is a thing among the Left, also to twist and politicize at every opportunity — and at HQ Facebooger apparently it’s boringly routine, making non-trendy things “trend” and suppressing things that really are trending.
The practice is common in most left-leaning “Journalistic” media, from the New York Times on down the food chain to the electronics propellorheads at HuffPo.
It’s not my First Amendment they’re violating, they’re a private company and they can do what they want including all of the above, and I’ve never had an account with them and never will.
Anecdotally, a group (foursome) of their young goons rented a unit downstairs on the other end of the building from us back in Googlopolis, repeatedly believed they were re-making the world and we’d all eventually have Facebook email accounts. What? I was not impressed but I’m not impressed with most Millennials anyhow, either. Sad bunch really, they are the outcome of the Left’s Long March through the Institutions of so-called higher learning, that has come to produce such small and bitter fruit.

Happy Mother’s Day

The dogwood comes out a creamy-buttery color than changes to a pink center, and a lot of rock-roses are blooming.
I have been weeding the big ugly stalks out in the Prairie by hand, and filled six yard-waste bags with waist-tall weeds!m More mowing will commence when the sun returns.IMG_0609xDogwoods
It’s been a busy week with me helping Bill-the-Plumber install 1.) a new water heater to replace the sixteen-year old one, 2.) fixing the heater’s flue-thru-the-roof 3.) setting a new toilet, and 4.) hooking-up a re-circulation pump so that we now have nearly instant hot-water everywhere, instead of waiting (and wasting) for 60-feet and a couple gallons of cold water to exit the pipes!
Over the weekend I picked-up a new toilet for the hall-bath to match the Master-Bath. It’s a long-oval shape and “comfort height,” and I swapped the new oiled-bronze handle to it.
On Tuesday Bill braised-in the pump to the copper lines and wired it to a wall-outlet running through a piece of conduit. He also helped me by cutting back a big old clean-out that was sticking out of the garage-wall about a foot, so now the washer-and dryer can be pushed-back up to the wall instead of standing-out so far into the garage — and we set the new toilet.
Wednesday we drilled through the foundation-sill and came out underneath the floor joists, and ran “Pex” tubing to the far-distant hot-water faucet to complete the re-circulation circuit. The Pex had to be insulated with foam first, and then the copper was cut and a t-junction braised-in with a fitting for the Pex, and finally we strapped the Pex up the the floor joists…
Bon Fromage!

Cousin It gets a haircut.

That’s an old-old reference that many of today’s young Social-Justice Warriors might take offense to since it implies a hirsute-normative and male-sexist hairy-ball patriarchal agenda. The girth of the growth has been reduced considerably – by a couple feet anyhow.
UPDATE: Sorry that pic lacks scale and perspective so here: Redshirt beamed down onto Planet, what could go wrong?
In other Patriarchal-Normative man-cave events, the old (2001) 50-gal water heater in the garage has been replaced by my Plumber-Butt-Normative friend Bill, and is all to-code in-process to get a re-circulation pump going so water isn’t wasted while waiting for global warming, local warming will do it for us in an immediately intensified yet Byzantine and somewhat steampunk circuit. More soldering and pipe tie-ins on Tuesday, while the hot water is useable now.
UPDATE: And then we got some weather. In the midst of bright sunshine it was spitting down rain on one side of the house and not the other.:

More Moawr: Blades

Five clips and a cable to drop the deck. The cable has a spring clip on the end that makes removal tedious and you have to compress a pulley in order to get some slack. Needle-nose Vise-Grips are your friend in all endeavors.

One 16mm socket to remove the blades and a flat-blade screwdriver and a wire-brush to remove all the caked-up vegetation-gunk that is glommed underneath the deck.

A (futile) trip to Home Depot to discover they didn’t have squat, and then a trip to Tru-Value to find the correct size, shape, and “Made in America” blades — you don’t see that too often anymore these days with steel tools and hardware! And at about only $12 each, cheaper then the non-fitting cheap blades at HD!

The old blades are hacked, but they have enough meat on them for a few more sharpening-cycles on the grinder, and from the new blades I have a pattern to grind-to.

Little Steps

Bit by bit the Master bathroom is getting a make-over. We made a dump-run on Saturday after loading the truck with junk and leftover construction materials on Friday. It was raining.
That included the pile of fence-posts, and plastic bin full of chimney facing-stone, kitchen ledge-stone, and a couple old pieces of sheetrock, a pile of shingles, and the big bathroom wall-mirror. The light over the mirror went to the Habitat re-sale shop as a donation.
Witht he mirror gone the wall needed some color returned to it and fortunately there was a half can of this color, “Head for the Beach” green. Coincidentally it’s the same color that we painted my “Office” in our previous life down in Googleopolis among the Googloids and Yahooians.
As you can see, there’s a slight color-difference that tweaked my OCD and so I was a bit worried. With the age of the paint I was worried it might dry differently and not match, since pigments can shift through age and exposure to heat or other environmental factors, but the can was stored tight and the color match was perfect in the end.
Actually I got that backwards. The juice in the can will remain relatively stable as long as it’s tightly sealed and given a good shake before application – and has not been thinned ridiculously or stuffed in an oven. Environmental factors will usually take a toll on the the wall-paint sooner; from sun-exposure (fading) to moisture, to out-gassing and what-not. But I was worried anyhow at the difference in color/tone as applied.
A new light is on order with a bit of industrial look and in oil-rubbed bronze finish, and we’re looking for a more suitable mirror with a framed-edge to hang on the wall. I’m going to tear-out and replace the vanity and sink/faucet soon too.
The ceiling fan is also due for a replacement with a more quiet one, and one with a light for additional illumination. Then there’s the shower-stall and floors – but the Travertine will have to wait for now.
UPDATE: Had to cut a hole in the wall-mount sheet-metal plate because the location where I wanted to mount it positioned the bracket over the junction box and I needed to be able get at the wires and hook it up! So I got a hole-saw and went at it. Then I drilled two holes in the bracket on stud-centers so they would go securely into wood instead of flimsy drywall non-anchors. The wire cages add a bit of a industrial feel and the lights are 40-watt LED’s that throw a lot of light and only actually draw 6.3 watts each so the hell with PG&E.

Buck Rogers’ Ray-Sprayer

Apparently it’s too late to hit the weed-patch with a pre-emergent herbacid weed-preventative, that happens in the fall (who knew?).
This bad-boy holds up to 15-gallons which is more than I can carry around on my back, and I can mix-up a weedy or buggy cocktail and throw this into the trailer and go zapping for bugs or nail the big fluffy cabbage-weeds with more Round-Up.
Two electrical leads run from the pump and clip onto the mower battery to power-up the pump and energize the sprayer-gun. Zap-Pow-Biff-Bam! More yardwork tools.
In other news, I got my CCW renewed.