Hello Dear Reader,
It seems as though underthisroof has fallen by the wayside as of late and for that I apologize. October is proving to be a very busy month for my friends and family, not to mention the upcoming birthday party of my son followed by Halloween. And I feel that it’s important to mention that the special cleaning and the diversion of my creative outlets is due to the first official party I’m throwing at my house: a Murder Mystery Halloween Party. I am thrilled and very excited to have people over and have a good time. I’ve got plans for decorations and everything and I’m relieved to finally have the space to host a party like this. In laying the foundation for the rest of the month, few noteworthy house projects have surfaced. I will, however, be happy to shed some light on the recent goings-on of my new little household.
To start, the shovel and I got to team up again in our quest to fill in the hole left by the “dwarf” lime tree (did you SEE that root ball??). Unfortunately, Max the Boxer from Down Below is continually and counterproductively digging at this same hole. I have a lot of dirt laying around in the backyard but somehow it’s still difficult to scrape enough of it together to fill in this hole without leaving patches of blue tarp showing up all over the place. Add to that that he’s a giant dog who can fling dirt into next week as he digs and you have one unhappy mom of the house. So for now the Tonka Truck is filling in as my babysitter — along with the large river stones that the previous owner had arranged in circles around each tree — until I devise a smarter way to get the damn dog to stop ruining all my hard work.
Now that that’s off my chest, the next order of business is that I finally bought a trashcan to keep in the backyard for composting purposes. I found a nice round black trashcan with a lid made by Rubbermaid at a fair price. Once I got it home and began to love it, I found it very difficult to justify the need to put holes in a perfectly good trashcan for compost. I knew I needed to just buckle down and do it and that I would be much happier when I did. So I did what I always do and that’s wait until I have a few moments that won’t nearly be enough time for the task that needs doing and begin a project that will push Important Stuff back. I went to the garage and fitted the drill with a 3/4″ drill bit, turned the trashcan on its side and held it in place with my legs as I drilled holes into its side. And let me tell you it was way more gratifying than i thought it would be and it was quick work. I started with holes in the top two-thirds or so of the receptacle so that if I need more I can always add them. Now to collect some dry material as the basis of the compost . . .
The time for me to change my air filter again came and went. And I am a firm believer in the absolute fact that I will need to change that baby every single month. It gets completely loaded with fur and dirt. As does the vent that holds the filter in place. Who knew there was this much dust all over the place?? I would love to tell you that I straddled the banister of the stairs in an unladylike manner to change the filter more safely. The fact is that I again Daredevil Tippy-toed the steps, but it was much less terrifying than last time as I honestly believe that I did grow a little bit since the last post. The screws were easier to reach. I also then went around the house and dusted each airvent. Couldn’t hurt, right?
Perhaps the most interesting update is that I finally picked out some paint colors for the living space. While standing in the corner of the living room, the eye can behold the living room itself, the dining room, the kitchen, and the entryway in one sweep of the eyelashes. So naturally, to me, all the colors have to bounce and play off of eachother in order for me to focus on anything else in life. I picked up a deep red sample for the kitchen and I’m considering a brown-toned mini-tile backsplash. Or tiny silver metallic tiles. For the dining room, I chose a silver-gray and for the living room, and a nice buttery cream yellow sample. I love it. But the painting project isn’t slated until next year so I’ll just have to keep those colors in mind. Plus I want to put moulding up around said livingspace to contain the colors. There’s a pass-through above the wall that separates the dining room from thte kitchen and I don’t want the dining room color to hop over to the kitchen area.
I also awaoke to find unwelcome visitors this past Thursday morning while playing with my dog on the floor in the dining room. It appeared some ants were invited to a picnic on my floor and not by me. It took me a while to find where they were coming from. In trying to vacuum them up, it also came to my attention that my vacuum is on its way out. It won’t pick up too much even after I cleared the blockage caused by a small boys’ sock and the blockage caused by animal fur and a large disfigured staple. Go figure. When I was using the hose attachment of the vacuum to clean the track of the sliding glass door, I discovered that the ants were sneaking in through the dog door and creeping silently along the sliding glass door track, then infiltrating the carpeting under the family dining table. Clever little bastards. So I sucked them up with the vacuum and sprayed a choice bug killer outside the door to deter them. I don’t really have anything against ants, but these ones seemed to possess a vengeance. They were walking very fast and there were three different kinds. Sorry, I don’t need an Ant Superhighway through my living room.
I do, however, need rest. Good night.
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Hello Dear Reader,
hello, dear reader. the image you see to the left is of a nascent lime tree, or bush as it appears, partially dug up due to my big stupid dog named max who i love very much. he tries to find things to do when i won’t let him back in the house and unfortunately sometimes these activities are destructive. when i first moved into the house, i resolutely decided to move all three of the citrus trees as they are somewhat in a line down the center of the backyard. while there is some space around each tree to roam (or run), it doesn’t allow for planning for anything else in that space. i really want to keep them because i use limes and lemons all the time and as for the third tree, i’m sure i can find someone to donate ruby red grapefruits to. so max began the first leg of the project for me.
to me, the best plan was to put the small lime tree into a pot to transplant later because i am not sure where to put it just yet but i wanted to save it. i’ve been told that you just don’t move citrus trees because they die. since the lime tree is the smallest of the bunch, there would be less of a loss if it died.
i was not in possession of a shovel just yet, so a trip to the hardware store – two weeks before the actual project, mind you – and i had a red digging shovel, blue gloves (kids size?), a pot, and some potting soil specially made for citrus, palm trees, and cacti(?). i waited until i had a day off without the children and no plans for the morning. yes, i had to do a bit of rearranging: thank you sister. after i took the boys to school, i changed into my paint jeans and pulled my hair back. i felt that the fact that it was a cool cloudy morning in the summer in the desert was a good omen that this would be a task i could realize. set the radio to the classic rock station, let the dogs outside with me, and assessed the situation. this is what i know about plants: i kill them. i water them, but eventually they die. to me, judging by the photo above, the tree was mostly dug up anyway so there shouldn’t be too much digging around the other side to do. i put my cute blue gloves on and began putting little rocks into the bottom of the pot. it seemed like a good idea at the time, you know, for water drainage. the virgin voyage of my shovel was scooping dirt into the bottom of the pot. i filled it up about halfway, as everything i’ve transplanted before took about a half of a pot of dirt to support the roots, and mixed some of the potting soil with the dirt to stretch the bag out. since the lime tree was already planted in dirt, it should be fine in more dirt, right?
i approached the mini-tree. i began to kind of shovel dirt away from the roots. the shovel was wide for the hole that was dug with the paws and claws of my dog, so i widened the hole by pulling the tarp back and digging around the tree further. i tried not to jab with the shovel toward the roots of the tree so as to leave them intact. as i poked at the surrounding hole, i found rocks so i tossed them. now and then i sat on the edge of the hole and dug with my hands toward the roots and shook the tree to see if i could move it just yet. i didn’t realize how deep the hole was until i put the shovel down in it and stepped onto it. my leg was in the hole up to my knee. i pressed down and tried to get under the roots with the shovel but the dirt was really hard. i sat down and pushed the tree again and i heard a small snap. damn. there went one of the roots. okay. i looked at the pot again, half full of dirt. hah. some of that would have to come out. i took a break from unearthing the tree to shovel some dirt out of the pot.
painfully against my better judgement, i decided that since i couldn’t muscle the tree out of the ground and because i didn’t want to further enlarge the hole, i would soak that sucker out of the ground. i grabbed the hose and wet the roots that i could see. then i just let it run for a few minutes. i probably put a good four inches of water into that hole and then turned to water the other two trees. water was still soaking into the ground after i watered the others so i set to work breaking off all of the absolutely unsightly dead branches from the lemon tree. the dog, who was laying on a wet patch of ground with his big pink tongue spread out all over his teeth, caught one of the branches and began to chew on it. when next i looked, it was time to try to get that tree out of the hole. i picked the shovel back up with gloved hands and began to sink it into the mud around and under the tree. when i could move the tree from side to side, i slid the shovel under the roots and used the edge of the hole for leverage to lift the tree up. i moved around and around the hole, gently heaving the tree up from the ground. when i was confident it was free, i went to pick it up out of the ground with my hands. oh mama was it heavy. the phrase “forty pounds!!!” appeared in my brain. i don’t know exactly how heavy it was but my poor little back and arms were not prepared for that kind of strain. i left it in the hole and looked at it. it occured to me that first, i had way too much dirt in that plastic pot and second, the plastic pot was way too small for the amount of tree that i had to put in it. okay, i thought, let me get this sucker out of the hole first.
i was a good girl and i kept my gloves on and stood next to the hole, legs far apart. i squatted down as low as i could, gripped the base of the tree, and i’m pretty sure i pushed earth away from myself and the tree as i strained. i set it down on the ground next to the hole. now, looking at the heavy root ball and the pot, i kind of laughed because i was now supposed to lift the tree up and into the pot. panting, i just sat and recovered and relaxed for a moment. i gathered myself and dumped the dirt out of the pot to make room for all those roots. i also took this time to move the pot to where i might want it in the yard until i decided where i wanted to place it permanently. no way was i moving this tree again for a long time. i now had a muddy hole, a tree, a pile of dirt, rocks, and soil, an empty pot, and somewhere along the way, i got two wet dogs running around the yard. almost done! i put the pot by one of the walls of the yard not too far from the tree and the hole. i spied the boys’ yellow tonka truck across the yard and i am sorry that i did not get any photos of myself lifting the tree onto the tonka truck and wheeling it over to the pot, hunched over to the ground as i outsmarted gravity. i plopped the tree into the pot and shovelled the soil from the pile 12 feet away (yes i sorted out all the rocks i had collected earlier) to the pot to cover the roots. after the pot was full, i realized i hadn’t broken up the roots at all. so there are also no photos of me dumping the pot and the tree over to its side and digging my hand toward the bottom of the pot to break up the root ball and get it to set better in the pot. and then i had to pile all the soil back in there. i gave the tree a really good soak and of course the dirt and soil packed together so i scrounged and added some more soil to the top to cover up the roots. it seems to be doing well (as in its not dying yet) and its nice not having to worry about it so much. i just want it to live through the winter so i can move it in the spring. maybe even to the front yard. now i just have to fill in this stupid hole and re-tarp because i’m not prepared to de-tarp the yard yet. nor will i be for a while.