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izmeina ([personal profile] izmeina) wrote2020-08-16 10:22 pm

Going Postal

The Grand Old Postal Service

I wonder if the USPS will deliver Donnie's invitation to his brother's funeral.


For several weeks now, I have been busy battling with hordes of pesky Dementors. All that time that I would usually spend squiggling I have been snoozing instead. SAD

Some of it has to do with the abandonment of the grand plans to visit Amsterdam next month and also an assortment of miserable memories from August 2018 and 2012. I thought I was long long over all the nasty drama of Toad Hall but all the stuff that is happening in Melbourne concerning the nursing homes has dragged it all up again.
Bad things happen to folks who try to get between a (Macquarie) Goblin and its Gold
And those folks are absolute angels compared to their cronies at Deutsche Bank




I noticed that on the last day of my mobile phone billing cycle that I had used 10GB of my 30GB allocation when these days I normally use 20

All the usual distractions are so far proving useless. I even resorted to doing Sudoku and downloaded an app which was different to the one I used to have on the tablet
So then of course I just felt even more brain dead and stupid than ever trying to work out how to use the thing. Like how to work out which mode is for filling in squares and which is for making notes or removing them.
I eventually found my old favorite and noticed they added a new feature which lets you add custom puzzles by photo. That way I can take a photo of a puzzle in the paper for later, do it on the page the old fashioned way and compare the process to using the app.

But since the Dementors have a way of turning one's brain to mush, Sudoku is not quite the 2 fingered salute that I hoped it would be.


Sitting in the garden sniffing the weeds and watching the birds is definitely an excellent circuit breaker. The scabby hooded creatures hate that. But these days it's windy and raining most of the time so that is not much of an option lately


Between the showers, I did manage to plant ten weeds on the verge today. Mainly wattles and banksias. I have 2 new baby freebies from the nursery - the sad selection of plants that are too big for their pots or too puny to be sold.

I actually have about 10 such freebies but only 2 are baby jarrah trees. While these critters can grow up to 40 metres high and 3 metres wide, that will definitely not be happening in my life time. But even so, it is probably not a good idea to plant such a baby beast on a 360 square metre block


I am still so curious to see such a critter growing so I guess I should just put it in a pot like the Norfolk Pine.

So I guess instead of being the crazy cat lady, I am now unofficially the Wicked Weed Witch

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[personal profile] ozfille 2020-08-16 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
By the time the letter reaches The Don his brother would be long buried. There is a certain ruthless efficiency shown by the new crony appointed as Post Master General. He has already stopped mail sorting machines and removed some, as well as removing or locking mail boxes. He has a funny sense of what efficiency means it certainly doesn't mean speedy delivery of the mail. If a Democrat had tried this sort of malarkey, the RWNJs would be out with their assailt rifles demanding the return of the mail boxes.

The jarrah tree might prove a hazard to the house if you planted it. There are numerous huge eucalypts that were planted perhaps in the 1950's or earlier in the pocket handkerchief size front yards of small cottages in the inner west. When there's a southerly buster or a thunderstorm I wonder how secure the occupants feel.