Not feeling very well, no clue why. It may have something to do with lack of sleep ... I start watching an episode around eight, and they are 2-hour episodes, so ... silly me!
I've been thinking about the gardening blog, or rather journal, I want to start. I mean, it would be nice, say, in a decade, to look back and know exactly how each tree and plant in my garden started out, how it came to be, wouldn't you agree?
I wanted to first start with a written journal, but I can't find my notebook. It may still be packed somewhere - and I don't want to start anything with seeds now, without data. Yeah, data. I think I should keep some record, when I did what, weather conditions, rainfall, etc. so when I have a successful harvest, I can refer to that to write up a simple 'start-to-finish', or rather from seed to harvest guide. I can put the weather data into a graph, post that as a picture ... image ... and I can select the time-frame of each plant's seed-to-harvest cycle.
I have some vague idea of one day maybe selling seedlings - especially the unusual ones, like cherry trees - or maybe selling a simple, yet comprehensive 'how to' guide.
Okay, I've just searched through my posts and found the day, when I planted the avocado tree: 16th January.
Back at home, I took out the mower and worked the dog hut partition. As I thought: it's fairly quick and fairly easy. All done! Well, as much as it can be. It's not nice, but short. That's all I care about, for now - until I'm ready to go into detail.
The west neighbour's dogs were out, and at one point I saw Janey come through the gate at top speed! I didn't see Mewthos - which bothered me a little, but I heard nothing to give me reason to worry.
By twenty to seven, I had finished that partition - tried the last one, but there, I'm going to have to pull the crap out by hand, before I can get the mower working there. So, I gave up on that for tonight. Time for my victory cigarette ... no Mewthos!
I call, I search, no Mewthos. Did the dogs chase him far from home? There's no tree left, onto which he can escape from the dogs, now. I start searching outside, calling ... dogs barking, a baby crying ... I'm really upsetting the neighbourhood ... but now I'm getting frantic! No Mewthos! Not a mip, not a mewl, nothing. Ziva comes with me, though she doesn't go too far from the gate ... no Mewthos! I go back inside, walk around the house - maybe he's just outside the garden somewhere? Nothing! I check inside, behind the bed, in the wardrobe ... nothing. Outside again, and now I'm convinced that something must have happened! I'm looking for a bundle of fur ... it's getting dark, the ground is uneven ... I come back and walk around, outside my garden, all the way next to the carport ... nothing.
It's too dark ... I can't continue searching ... I wouldn't know where else to look, either ... with a heavy heart, I come home ... there's a cat stretched in the front door ... MEWTHOS! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
Man, those were the worst 40 minutes in a long, long, loooong time! There was no car, I'd have heard if the dogs had caught him ... I've NEVER had to look for any mip, since we've moved here (well, Ziva, once - but that was due to Smeagol, and I hadn't reached the 'worry' stage, that time) ... I could not imagine any reason he would choose to stay away, I was so scared I had lost him ...
He hobbled around with an exaggerated limp for a minute or two, looking all sorry and pitiful ... I hope he understands the worry and fear I went through! Ziva, Mini and Janey surely heard my voice getting more and more frantic! He's his normal, limp-free self now ... I don't know WHAT got into him, or why he didn't come home with everyone else! I just hope he never, never EVER does that again!
Well, time to go to bed and tend to the mippies who want lovies ... Ziva is quite insistent.
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