First of all, let me say that I'm going to kill Blogger. Seriously, I'm going to invent some evil code that will either desroy it or send it back to it's original form. I just spend the better part of a half an hour composing a post and I couldnot get it to publish. When I attempted to copy and paste and try again I lost the entire thing.
And what's with this annoying little pop-up box on the compose screen..... "Go to link: - Change - Remove". Get this OFF my screen. No matter how many times you close the box it pops back up.
Has anyone mentioned the term "Beta tapes" or "dinosaur" to the people at Blogger? You know, those things that failed.
Oh look, my signature sign off is in the middle of the post. To fix it is going to cause me a nightmare because all kinds of wierd code will be added to the HTML screen if I fiddle with it. I'm going to leave it right there where it will hint
End Rant...... for now.
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Yesterday I decided to tackle the round brick patio behind the house. It's been a lovely little space but has suffered from benign neglect over the last few years. It's started to look very, very scary. Think a Tim Burton movie on steroids. Very scary.
I started early in the morning at the bottom of the circle and worked around, clearing weeds and tangle from the border, working clockwise. After a couple hours of concerted hacking, whacking and cutting I'd reached the 3 o"clock position. This is where things got really hairy. The surrounding border opens up to a wide area and the tangle took on epic proportions. It was becoming a Brothers Grimm story, the Farmer's Wife enters the dark undergrowth, never to be seen again!
At this point I'll mention that I do not wear gardening gloves. I just find them to be unwieldy and I've never really needed them. The neighbors complain bitterly about poison ivy and garlic mustard but we've never encountered either on our property. Perhaps it's because all the neighbors border large forested spaces but we are up on a hill on a space that was once a horse pasture.
But now I have a dense space that could pass for a mini-forest. As I hacked away at some wild thorny bramble bush I came upon something I couldn't identify but which immediately raised some red flags in my mind. Sure enough my hands and arms started to tingle and burn.
I ran into the house to my computer where the wonder of the internet allowed me to identify the fact that, in fact, I'd gotten myself into some poison ivy. A further search provided an idea for a treatment. Now think about what would have happened in the past. I would have had to jump in my car and drive to the latest library to research the information, all th while enduring the pain.
What article suggested was to douse the affected area with rubbing alcohol. I tore through cabinets only to find that we had no rubbing alcohol. I did have some expensive vodka on hand but quickly nixed that idea, feeling it was better to mix myself a stiff martini and endure the pain.
I thought about what might be equally effective and came up with the idea of pouring nail polish remover over my arms. It stung and burned like hell but I figured that meant it was working and sure enough, when I rinsed off my arms the burning totally stopped.
Have you ever encountered poison ivy? How about garlic mustard? Around here it's an invasive plant that threatens to take over, kind of a northern version of kudzu.
OK, I'm going to hit the publish button again and woe be to Blogger if anything goes wrong.