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jadislefeuI think my bed is broken.
I have been having persistent horrible back pain.
These facts may be related.
Not sure what to do about them, though, because I certainly can't afford a new mattress (I believe part of the springs inside broke) and while I might be able to afford a new bedframe of the same style I have now, I'm not sure what good it would do, if living my life broke this one. (I think the middle leg against the wall has bent and that part of the bed is caved in, but my bed is boxed in by difficult to move furniture and I'm not sure how to access it to try and fix it, if that's even possible. I've been vaguely considering lying on the floor with a flashlight and just sort of... shoving it with my cane and seeing if I can do anything about it like that. I certainly can't fit under the bed.)
In other news, I stuck my hand in our mailbox and there was AN ALIVE BIRD IN IT THAT HAD APPARENTLY BUILT A NEST THERE, AND I PUT MY HAND ON IT, AND IT FLEW OUT AND INTO MY HEAD, AND IT WAS PROBABLY THE MOST TERRIFYING THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME IN THE LAST YEAR AT LEAST. Like, oh my god, I'm sure it was a completely harmless sparrow or whatever, but I was not expecting that and it scared the everloving shit out of me. I was shaky for at least an hour afterward from the adrenaline. I didn't scream (which is probably good because it was like 10:30pm) but I made some kind of horrible strangled noise while stumbling backwards and flailing my hands around my head. I'm sure that was a sight.
Anyone know how to convince a bird to not have a nest where it has a nest? My mom's suggestion was to wait until it leaves and use tongs to take the nest materials out and then sterilize the tongs, and that I shouldn't leave it and end up like her, because she had to turn her pool pump off and stop treating the water because a family of ducks moved in with their eight babies and they're trashing her backyard but she doesn't want to hurt them.
(Also, I should probably try and remember to keep the mailbox closed when it's empty, but I'm not actually sure that would help with not having birds' nests in it, because there's a round hole in the front as large as if not larger than the holes on birdhouses.) (It's a letterbox attached to my house, not a street mailbox.) (I have no idea why it has a hole in it. Not sure what I could cover it with, either. Packing tape, I guess, if I could find some.)
I guess this explains why there are always pine needles in the damn thing even though it's under the carport and there is no perceptible way for them to fall in.
Alex bought me a hibiscus plant a week and a half or so ago--I'd admired them previously but they were more than we could afford, and he later caught one on clearance--and it's got a giant flower already! I'm very impressed. I guess it liked being repotted. My ludicrously leggy potted rose I've had for a couple of years has also popped up with another flower. I think I should probably prune it this (winter? do you prune roses in winter? I need to look that up) and see if I can get it to grow out a bit rather than just up and up and more up and then sort of tilting over because it's not next to any support and it's like six feet tall. I assume you can use pruned bits as cuttings to make new rosebushes, so I could continue my evil plan to have an army of rosebushes that I completely neglect unless they look like they're about to drop dead. (Which has only happened once--I potted the rose in the soil we had, which was the cheapest available and turned out to be this horrible stuff that was basically just chipped bark, and it compressed into a tiny horrible rock at the bottom of the pot and din't hold water and all the leaves on the rose died, and I dumped in some regular dirt from the yard and a bunch of used teabags and watered the shit out of it and it recovered with a vengeance.) (I am not a good gardener, I only have alive plants because I moved to a climate where they pretty well take care of themselves. Anything that doesn't take care of itself dies and I carry on with the ones that can handle the fact that I absolutely will not remember to do anything for them at any point.)
I may have added the section about plants just so I could have a third thing to put in the post title.
I have been having persistent horrible back pain.
These facts may be related.
Not sure what to do about them, though, because I certainly can't afford a new mattress (I believe part of the springs inside broke) and while I might be able to afford a new bedframe of the same style I have now, I'm not sure what good it would do, if living my life broke this one. (I think the middle leg against the wall has bent and that part of the bed is caved in, but my bed is boxed in by difficult to move furniture and I'm not sure how to access it to try and fix it, if that's even possible. I've been vaguely considering lying on the floor with a flashlight and just sort of... shoving it with my cane and seeing if I can do anything about it like that. I certainly can't fit under the bed.)
In other news, I stuck my hand in our mailbox and there was AN ALIVE BIRD IN IT THAT HAD APPARENTLY BUILT A NEST THERE, AND I PUT MY HAND ON IT, AND IT FLEW OUT AND INTO MY HEAD, AND IT WAS PROBABLY THE MOST TERRIFYING THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME IN THE LAST YEAR AT LEAST. Like, oh my god, I'm sure it was a completely harmless sparrow or whatever, but I was not expecting that and it scared the everloving shit out of me. I was shaky for at least an hour afterward from the adrenaline. I didn't scream (which is probably good because it was like 10:30pm) but I made some kind of horrible strangled noise while stumbling backwards and flailing my hands around my head. I'm sure that was a sight.
Anyone know how to convince a bird to not have a nest where it has a nest? My mom's suggestion was to wait until it leaves and use tongs to take the nest materials out and then sterilize the tongs, and that I shouldn't leave it and end up like her, because she had to turn her pool pump off and stop treating the water because a family of ducks moved in with their eight babies and they're trashing her backyard but she doesn't want to hurt them.
(Also, I should probably try and remember to keep the mailbox closed when it's empty, but I'm not actually sure that would help with not having birds' nests in it, because there's a round hole in the front as large as if not larger than the holes on birdhouses.) (It's a letterbox attached to my house, not a street mailbox.) (I have no idea why it has a hole in it. Not sure what I could cover it with, either. Packing tape, I guess, if I could find some.)
I guess this explains why there are always pine needles in the damn thing even though it's under the carport and there is no perceptible way for them to fall in.
Alex bought me a hibiscus plant a week and a half or so ago--I'd admired them previously but they were more than we could afford, and he later caught one on clearance--and it's got a giant flower already! I'm very impressed. I guess it liked being repotted. My ludicrously leggy potted rose I've had for a couple of years has also popped up with another flower. I think I should probably prune it this (winter? do you prune roses in winter? I need to look that up) and see if I can get it to grow out a bit rather than just up and up and more up and then sort of tilting over because it's not next to any support and it's like six feet tall. I assume you can use pruned bits as cuttings to make new rosebushes, so I could continue my evil plan to have an army of rosebushes that I completely neglect unless they look like they're about to drop dead. (Which has only happened once--I potted the rose in the soil we had, which was the cheapest available and turned out to be this horrible stuff that was basically just chipped bark, and it compressed into a tiny horrible rock at the bottom of the pot and din't hold water and all the leaves on the rose died, and I dumped in some regular dirt from the yard and a bunch of used teabags and watered the shit out of it and it recovered with a vengeance.) (I am not a good gardener, I only have alive plants because I moved to a climate where they pretty well take care of themselves. Anything that doesn't take care of itself dies and I carry on with the ones that can handle the fact that I absolutely will not remember to do anything for them at any point.)
I may have added the section about plants just so I could have a third thing to put in the post title.
