Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Well, this is one of those weeks when my husband goes out of town for most of the week. And since he wasn't going anywhere particularly interesting, I did not go with him. This saves a little money, if I can manage to stay at home for most of the week. And it also gives me grand delusions of all the work that I can get done when there is no one else here to distract me. I imagine that I'm going to organize the back room or get the house really clean or get a lot of work done in the garden.

In reality I'm doing really good if I can manage to get all the laundry done and still wash the dishes, water the plants, and maybe organize the sock drawer.

Usually I get nothing at all done the first day. Usually, the first day I sit around and imagine all the work that I would like to do. I don't get much of it done, get really annoyed with myself, and try to do something really useful with my time on Friday. Saturday I either don't finish whatever it was I wanted to do, or maybe I don't even try to do anything because I suddenly remember that I am supposed to be doing something with the club.

I'm pretty sure that I'm not supposed to be doing anything with the club this weekend.

Anyway, I totally broke with my normal routine, and on the first day he was gone I did some serious work in the garden.

I wanted to dig a new garden bed, about three feet wide and about twelve feet long. Then I thought that maybe twelve feet was too long. Maybe I'd get to nine feet and see how it looked. So I spent about two days last week digging, and I thought that I got a three by six hole dug. On closer inspection, it was closer to a two and half by five feet hole, but I was still glad to get that much of it done. So I figured that I could dig to nine feet and probably even to twelve feet in the next two or three days.

Yesterday, I got most of that done. I dug the last few feet this afternoon. I'll still have to go back and widen the bit that I did last week, and then it will take a long time to mix proper soil to put back in the hole, but the majority of actually just digging the hole itself is done, just in the first two days.

But now my back really hurts, so I don't expect to do anything useful for a while. In fact, I think that other than going to the library to get more DVDs, I don't expect to be doing much of anything except watching TV from my bed. But it is good when I actually get done with the work that I plan for the week. I feel like I got a lot accomplished, even if the bed isn't all ready to plant. I've still got another week or two for that.

7 comments:

dmarks said...

Just don't dig too deep, or you might find some clay to do ceramics with. And then you will have more work with the clay.

Big thaw of 45 degrees tomorrow. Spring is in the air. Gardens though are still something under 2 feet of snow.

Ananda girl said...

You have my respect. I can't manage to force myself to get out and deal with my garden area yet. But I do agree, nothing feels better than knowing that you have accomplished your goal and have the right to relax. Enjoy it!

bulletholes said...

Thats pretty funny, Dmarks!
I dug a 12 foot by 4 foot bed....took me 4 days! then over the next few years I probably added $500 worth of soil amnenments.
Grew some great carrots and tomatoes, but $5000 will buy a lot of those at the store!
Hey laffin!

dmarks said...

Come to think of it, "and I thought that I got a three by six hole dug.".... might be just the right size, depending on who is going to be buried.

laughingattheslut said...

Dmarks
As it turned out to only be a five foot hole, it wouldn't have fit anyone of interest. And it was only a foot deep, so too shallow for that either.

Bulletholes
That's about right.

laughingattheslut said...

Damn
I probably shouldn't have said some of that in front of the new reader.

Welcome Ananda.

Ananda girl said...

Thanks for the welcome. I am enjoying this. And believe me, I have a few folk I'd like to put in a fantasy hole.