Tesla Says EV Orders Benefitted From Soaring Gas Prices
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gizmodo2_feedAlso, Musk owns up to a broken promise and vows to spend an unbelievably large amount of money to make up for it.
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gizmodo2_feedBut you may soon be able to take it in for an upgrade at something called a "mini-factory."
(evening writing)
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elainegreyI am still here.
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Reddit account is in a banned state. I am not emotionally invested in whether it is unbanned, but it would be nice. Posted a 250 character limited request to be unbanned tonight.
Friday i was booted out of the chat app that i use with Christine and that i stash all sorts of temporary data in the "saved messages" chat. I got back in but couldn't terminate the session from China for 24 hours. I've gone through all the data i had stashed and i am not happy about it's likely availability to bad actors but what are you going to do.
Today the cloud service that had $300 of charges on the 10th had more charges made against it, but they didn't go through because the payment method on the account hasn't been updated. I am glad i have a year's subscription instead of monthly billing. I think there's some particular vulnerability their system has around gift subscriptions.
I have a lot of energy in anticipating what is the next bad internet thing that i wish i could let relax. I did find some additional security settings on my phone i could turn on.
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I did much mowing and other yard work this weekend. For a moment everything seems idyllic except for invasive Youngia thunbergiana /Youngia japonica going to seed. Peony blooming! Iris blooming! Piedmont azalea blooming! lovely stands of fleabane blooming!
The pawpaw has set fruit, the blueberries and mulberries look very productive. I can see the impact of the drought in places and it worries me. Non trivial investment in plants this winter, and finding some dead woody plants that were over a year old disappoints me. I am glad that last year i planted a tree in my vegetable plot so i kept it alive more easily.
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Tuesday morning we went out very early to see if we could see comet C/2025 R3 (PANSTARRS). We didn't but it felt good to have the little adventure. But wowza, not used to very early mornings and then working all day.
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Bruno and Marlowe are making progress: Marlowe's assaults are less ... urgent? more performative? And Bruno is spending more time out of his room when she's outside.
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There are so many layers of entropy around me. I hope i can find a way to bring a little more order than disorder, but sometimes it feels like the disorder is winning.
SMOF News, volume 5, issue 35
2026-04-22 18:57petrea_mitchellProblems with Filk Hall of Fame nominations. But also, a chance to point out an award with an interesting voting structure.
slowly i turned
2026-04-22 21:56jazzfishBeing at the Gathering is helping my mental state for sure. Being around people, being away from my condo (which is both a refuge and a source of stress at the moment), having a tonne of distractions so I don't end up dwelling on money and future and all.
The welcome gift this year was a copy of Dice Realms, a game that involves customizing largeish dice by popping little plates on and off for the sides. Specifically it comes with several hundred of these little plates. I spent a couple hours on ... Saturday? evening playing "sorting my copy of Dice Realms" and that was a nice low-key way to unwind.
I've played (and, startlingly, won) a game of Princes of Florence, one of my longtime favourites, against serious competition, and had a good time with various 18xx games and even more various other games. Two nights ago we played Sextet, a six-handed version of Bridge. The deck has two extra suits, partners sit alternating, there are two dummies. As Eric observed, "In Sextet you can say 'my centre-hand opponent' in a non-derogatory way."[1] It was fairly ridiculous.
[1] 'Centre-hand opponent' in Bridge is generally reserved for when one's partner, who sits across, has made a particularly boneheaded play or bid.
I've seen the falls, I've chatted and gamed with a number of folks. This evening I hit the pool and hot tub and am now decompressing in my room with decaf tea and Cameron Reed's new book.
I don't think I'm doing well, but I'm doing alright.
The welcome gift this year was a copy of Dice Realms, a game that involves customizing largeish dice by popping little plates on and off for the sides. Specifically it comes with several hundred of these little plates. I spent a couple hours on ... Saturday? evening playing "sorting my copy of Dice Realms" and that was a nice low-key way to unwind.
I've played (and, startlingly, won) a game of Princes of Florence, one of my longtime favourites, against serious competition, and had a good time with various 18xx games and even more various other games. Two nights ago we played Sextet, a six-handed version of Bridge. The deck has two extra suits, partners sit alternating, there are two dummies. As Eric observed, "In Sextet you can say 'my centre-hand opponent' in a non-derogatory way."[1] It was fairly ridiculous.
[1] 'Centre-hand opponent' in Bridge is generally reserved for when one's partner, who sits across, has made a particularly boneheaded play or bid.
I've seen the falls, I've chatted and gamed with a number of folks. This evening I hit the pool and hot tub and am now decompressing in my room with decaf tea and Cameron Reed's new book.
I don't think I'm doing well, but I'm doing alright.
discovery and expansion
2026-04-22 21:44marycatelliDiscovery after discovery as I revise along -- addition and addition to the tale --
So of course I'm going hmm, how long will this tale end up? It's kinda short now --
But it will still be kinda short if it continues at this pace. Ah, well.
So of course I'm going hmm, how long will this tale end up? It's kinda short now --
But it will still be kinda short if it continues at this pace. Ah, well.
Memory Den
2026-04-22 18:45olivermossEver come across a place that makes you doubt how well you know your city? I think I'd heard that we had an antiques mall called Memory Den, but never pair attention because those places tend to be very same-y. I've been to the one in Sellwood and so on. I wound up walking past it yesterday because my plans for the day got not derailed, but stuck on the rails. The streetcars were down, so I just walked all the way to Guardian Game and back, somewhere between 4-5 miles.
Holy hell, not only is it huge and fully of resellers with their own vibes, it has a coffee shop, a library, a bar, pool tables in the back, and a large area for local artists to exhibit/sell/make work. There was stuff in there I hadn't seen in years and things that made me feel legit nostalgic. These photos don't do justice to the size.
Sign outside the library said 'Thank you for not discussing the outside world'
I recognized one of the artists. I've got two pieces from a ceramics artist here. They are NSFW so I'll put them under a cut. ( Read more... )
Holy hell, not only is it huge and fully of resellers with their own vibes, it has a coffee shop, a library, a bar, pool tables in the back, and a large area for local artists to exhibit/sell/make work. There was stuff in there I hadn't seen in years and things that made me feel legit nostalgic. These photos don't do justice to the size.
Sign outside the library said 'Thank you for not discussing the outside world'
I recognized one of the artists. I've got two pieces from a ceramics artist here. They are NSFW so I'll put them under a cut. ( Read more... )
Poem: "No Faster or Firmer Friendships"
2026-04-22 20:35ysabetwordsmithThis poem is spillover from the August 5, 2025 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from dialecticdreamer, rix_scaedu, and jake67jake. It also fills the "Somebody at the Door" square in my 8-1-25 card for the Crime Classics Bingo fest. It belongs to the Big One thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It is the third in a triptych, after "Where You Find Light" and "When You Learn to Read."
Warning: This poem touches on family tragedies and earthquake aftermath, but the current context is safe and supportive.
This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $0.25/line, so $5 will reveal 20 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include:janetmiles.
515 lines, Buy It Now = $129
Amount donated = $34
Verses posted = 38 of 146
Amount remaining to fund fully = $95
Amount needed to fund next verse = $1.25
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $0.50
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dialecticdreamer, rix_scaedu, and jake67jake. It also fills the "Somebody at the Door" square in my 8-1-25 card for the Crime Classics Bingo fest. It belongs to the Big One thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It is the third in a triptych, after "Where You Find Light" and "When You Learn to Read."Warning: This poem touches on family tragedies and earthquake aftermath, but the current context is safe and supportive.
This microfunded poem is being posted one verse at a time, as donations come in to cover them. The rate is $0.25/line, so $5 will reveal 20 new lines, and so forth. There is a permanent donation button on my profile page, or you can contact me for other arrangements. You can also ask me about the number of lines per verse, if you want to fund a certain number of verses. So far sponsors include:
janetmiles.515 lines, Buy It Now = $129
Amount donated = $34
Verses posted = 38 of 146
Amount remaining to fund fully = $95
Amount needed to fund next verse = $1.25
Amount needed to fund the verse after that = $0.50
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Book #61 of 2026: Way of the Wolf, #62: Relics of the Wolf
2026-04-23 00:45thistlelj_feed
Way of the Wolf (Magnetic Magic #1) by Lindsay Buroker.
Quick synopsis: An older woman/werewolf manages an apartment complex. She just wants to get through the month without running out of money, not deal with her family/former pack and the odd British man who just showed up, let alone the intern pushed onto her.
Brief opinion: Of the other Buroker series I read, I wrote "The series wasn't deep and meaningful, but not everything has to be. Each book was fast-paced, had enough action to be interesting but not so much I wanted to skim, and the characters were all good from major to minor" and I mostly feel the same about this book. It was a fast read, I liked the world and the characters, and there was just enough action to be interesting, though the minor characters worked less well for me.
Plot: Luna (her werewolf-mother named her that, so... I guess the name is okay) spent a long time getting back on her feet and out of debt after her ex-husband cleaned out their bank accounts, including their sons' college funds. 20 years after that, she has a steady job managing and doing all the repair work for an apartment complex. The salary isn't good enough that she can be too comfortable though, so money is an ongoing worry.
Before she even met the man who would become her ex, Luna left the werewolf world. While a wolf, she killed the man she loved, and she never got over that. So she's been living for a couple decades as just a normal human.
One day Duncan, an older British man, shows up at her apartment complex. He seems to be oddly attracted to her. And he just happens to be a werewolf too. Can she trust him? Will her family/previous pack continue to let her live peacefully?
Editing: Surprisingly good for a self-published book! I spotted only one minor issue in the whole thing.
What I Liked/What I Didn’t Like: Even though there was in-story reason for it, I hated "Luna" as the name of a werewolf woman.
I think it might be a paranormal/urban fantasy thing, but I didn't like how quickly (and painlessly) the werewolves took their wolf shapes. Maybe Animorphs messed up my view of that, but I expected there to be bones crunching, feeling of internal organs moving, all that. ...Okay, no maybe about it, it's Animorphs's fault.
I loved that Luna is an older woman. I love her budgeting in envelopes (I know that's not original to this book, but I've never seen it used in a book before). I really liked her and Duncan feeling out things in their friendship.
As a side note, Lindsay Buroker writes so quickly! In 2025 she wrote this five-book series plus two other books.
Rating: 1-Hated / 2-Disliked / 3-Okay / 4-Liked / 5-Loved: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ½ - I liked it quite a bit.
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Relics of the Wolf (Magnetic Magic #2) by Lindsay Buroker.
Quick synopsis: Apartment complex handywoman-slash-werewolf Luna and mysterious-background-slash-werewolf Duncan are all lusty over each other. They're also getting jumped by bad men high on potions. There are evil scientists in the mix too.
Brief opinion: A big "Ehhhhhhh". I was okay with the beginning of the book, but it quickly went downhill, and by the last 25% I was ready to DNF it but pushed through to the end. I should have DNFed it.
Plot: Luna is just getting back with her family/pack, when massively muscled men (high on potions that make them stronger and bigger) attack her pack, shooting the place up with magical silver bullets (because plain silver bullets aren't enough of a threat to a bunch of werewolves?). Luna and Duncan basically spend the whole book investigating them (in the most stupid ways) and then fighting them.
In the last few chapters, between all of the fighting, we learn that werewolves were brought to this world by dragons... Also the two-legged werewolf form, which all werewolves thought was long gone, was able to be achieved by Duncan. Also Duncan was created in a lab...
Editing: Perfect, no complaints at all.
What I Liked/What I Didn’t Like: The only thing I liked was Luna (though I still HATE HATE HATE that as a name for a werewolf). I had liked Duncan in the first book, but his whole background and the lore introduced through him about werewolves just 100% did not work for me. Sadly little about this book worked for me.
Rating: 1-Hated / 2-Disliked / 3-Okay / 4-Liked / 5-Loved: ⭐️⭐️ - Disliked. I'm not going to continue with the series, but I'm open to trying other books by this author.
Vid Rec: Laugh Track
2026-04-22 21:18hannahLaugh Track [Fanvid] (0 words) by periru3
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: MASH (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sidney Freedman & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Sidney Freedman, B. J. Hunnicutt
Additional Tags: Fanvids, Embedded Video, Mental Institutions, Infant Death, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Episode: s11e16 Goodbye Farewell and Amen
Summary:
Goodbye Farewell Amen: the vid. periru3 took the prompt and ran with it to suitably heartbreaking triumph.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: MASH (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sidney Freedman & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt & Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce
Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Sidney Freedman, B. J. Hunnicutt
Additional Tags: Fanvids, Embedded Video, Mental Institutions, Infant Death, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Episode: s11e16 Goodbye Farewell and Amen
Summary:
All I am is shreds of doubt.
Goodbye Farewell Amen: the vid. periru3 took the prompt and ran with it to suitably heartbreaking triumph.
2026 Disneyland Trip #16 (4/22/26)
2026-04-22 18:26torachanIt's been exactly a month since we've been to Disneyland. Well, our Disneyland anyway. We had originally planned to go last weekend, but were still too worn our from our trip, so we put in for a mid-week trip today and went down for lunch.
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Huckleberry of Trill
2026-04-22 19:57ismoYesterday, we had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian in which it was revealed that they would not be coming to visit this weekend, after all. We were kind of expecting that. We are sad not to see them, but unfortunately, we understand the problem better every day. Sometimes the event tax on an activity is just too onerous, in terms of the recovery time that will be needed afterwards. The Sparrowhawk and I went for a walk, if you can call it that. It's a slow process. But on the bright side, he never actually sat down! I made some ham fried rice for dinner. I attended a birthday celebration for La Pucelle in the evening. I felt out of juice by that time, and was worried that I wouldn't behave in an appropriately festive manner, but I think we managed to make her feel celebrated. I got leftover ice cream to take home, so that will be nice for later.
Today I was determined to visit Madame. I tried to get there early, hoping I would also get home early. I brought coffee. She was happy to have company, and we chatted cheerfully for awhile. Then a music therapist I hadn't met before showed up. She was young and pretty, dressed in a long black silk dress with black lace inserts, black boots, a crow skull necklace, and big silver death's head moth earrings. It was a striking outfit, but not perhaps designed to appeal to the elderly? I think there are not many witches living in Madame's facility, but who knows! Anyway, it didn't seem to bother Madame, and the therapist very sweetly and kindly sang a bunch of old songs for us. I joined in, and Madame did too, on a few verses that she remembered. She fell asleep briefly during "Home On the Range." The therapist complimented me on my singing, which was kind of her, so I asked if she'd like to hear one of my songs. I sang her "Inversnaid," lyrics by Gerard Manley Hopkins, in honor of Earth Day. She claimed to like it, though again, who knows! After I sang it, I felt silly, because one doesn't generally sing in public, unless officially authorized and possessed of a guitar.
After this excitement, I'm afraid the visit took a turn for the worse. They brought in Madame's lunch. It seems they always have meatballs on Wednesdays. I've never seen them offer anything else. She didn't want it, and ate only a couple of bites before rejecting the whole idea. She started to get agitated about wanting to get out of there, wanting to go stay with her mom and dad, and other familiar topics that alas, are above my pay grade to solve. I did my best to reassure her and change the subject, but then we had to make a bathroom trip, which always tires her. I let her walk me as far as the dining area, and then waved goodbye and left, because I could see that she was very tired. I hope she took a nap once I was gone.
It was a really beautiful day out here in the world of the living. I should have taken advantage of it to raise my drooping spirits, but I confess that I did not. I don't think I'm coping super-well with the recent downturn, unless you count extended moping as coping. I think of a thing I should do that would normally cheer me up, and instead of going forth and doing it, I pull the metaphorical blankie over my head and mutter "pfui" like a depressed Nero Wolfe. If I were that rotund detective genius, I don't think even the orchid rooms would cheer me right now, and I have to be my own Fritz the cook, so I can't order any menu that I'm not prepared to fix myself. To continue the melancholy metaphor, my own Archie Goodwin, the Sparrowhawk, can't be sent forth on errantry on my behalf, either. If I were the redoubtable Montenegrin, I'd probably be drinking beer and saving the bottle caps to document my debauchery. But I can't, because beer upsets my stomach. SIGH.
Today I was determined to visit Madame. I tried to get there early, hoping I would also get home early. I brought coffee. She was happy to have company, and we chatted cheerfully for awhile. Then a music therapist I hadn't met before showed up. She was young and pretty, dressed in a long black silk dress with black lace inserts, black boots, a crow skull necklace, and big silver death's head moth earrings. It was a striking outfit, but not perhaps designed to appeal to the elderly? I think there are not many witches living in Madame's facility, but who knows! Anyway, it didn't seem to bother Madame, and the therapist very sweetly and kindly sang a bunch of old songs for us. I joined in, and Madame did too, on a few verses that she remembered. She fell asleep briefly during "Home On the Range." The therapist complimented me on my singing, which was kind of her, so I asked if she'd like to hear one of my songs. I sang her "Inversnaid," lyrics by Gerard Manley Hopkins, in honor of Earth Day. She claimed to like it, though again, who knows! After I sang it, I felt silly, because one doesn't generally sing in public, unless officially authorized and possessed of a guitar.
After this excitement, I'm afraid the visit took a turn for the worse. They brought in Madame's lunch. It seems they always have meatballs on Wednesdays. I've never seen them offer anything else. She didn't want it, and ate only a couple of bites before rejecting the whole idea. She started to get agitated about wanting to get out of there, wanting to go stay with her mom and dad, and other familiar topics that alas, are above my pay grade to solve. I did my best to reassure her and change the subject, but then we had to make a bathroom trip, which always tires her. I let her walk me as far as the dining area, and then waved goodbye and left, because I could see that she was very tired. I hope she took a nap once I was gone.
It was a really beautiful day out here in the world of the living. I should have taken advantage of it to raise my drooping spirits, but I confess that I did not. I don't think I'm coping super-well with the recent downturn, unless you count extended moping as coping. I think of a thing I should do that would normally cheer me up, and instead of going forth and doing it, I pull the metaphorical blankie over my head and mutter "pfui" like a depressed Nero Wolfe. If I were that rotund detective genius, I don't think even the orchid rooms would cheer me right now, and I have to be my own Fritz the cook, so I can't order any menu that I'm not prepared to fix myself. To continue the melancholy metaphor, my own Archie Goodwin, the Sparrowhawk, can't be sent forth on errantry on my behalf, either. If I were the redoubtable Montenegrin, I'd probably be drinking beer and saving the bottle caps to document my debauchery. But I can't, because beer upsets my stomach. SIGH.
Just plants
2026-04-22 16:54greenstormIt's hot out! Still frosty nights but probably over 20C during the days. Solly lays down every time we go through shade on her walks, and really is only enthusiastic on the morning and evening ones.
I tried taking off her cone today. Fingers crossed for us all. She's a licker, but she was busy cleaning her front paws, and I'm hoping this will let her get at her bones and toys better. Besides, she was flexible enough to be able to reach and lick her wound with the cone on these last few days, I guess her leg is feeling flexible again.
I got the tiller working. It required siphoning out the old gas and putting in new. You're supposed to run the seasonal devices dry before storing them but I can never bring myself to do so. Maybe I should put the snowblower away and give it a try, anyhow.
The upper field is dry, the back field is a little squishy still but the puddles are gone. It's fascinating to use crocuses as microclimating tools. Places I'd think would be warmer, like a west slope, end up not being because of a couple degrees of angle in the wrong direction or a brief string of shade that I wouldn't expect to last long enough to have that impact.
All my apples in the main orchard are nicely woodchip mulched from last fall. I put in daffodils but the woodchip mulch is a ridiculous insulator: anything under it is still frozen, including any hose that runs under woodchips. The only exception is my perennial beds, which were layered woodchips and compost and maybe are just warm from compost still, or maybe the raised edge is south-facing enough to counter it?
About half of my scionwood has arrived. I'm going to try grafting one of everything on the wild saskatoons and one of everything on siberian crabapple rootstock: you can get two grafts out of a stick, usually.
I replanted some of the basketry willows along the ephemeral creek, some had grown up but geese had eaten others. The geese are excluded from the area currently, though it's occupied by a half-dozen muscovies who can fly around causing trouble.
The favas soaked last night, so I'm hoping to get them in the ground today. I should interplant them with spinach or radishes, something short. I had also considered alternating rows with a grain, wheat or the barley. I'll see what I do, I guess. They'll need watering whatever I do; we haven't had rain really, though that most recent snow was a lot of moisture for snow.
The first wildfire started in the area, though no one is worried about it. It did make it to 3ha, when usually they get caught below 1ha.
I'm mostly not heating the house anymore. Until the leaves come on the deciduous trees it's greenhousing when the sun swings around to the west. The point of sunset is moving really fast right now, but that's around 4pm at the moment. The temperature inside shoots up to 30C or so, I open the windows, then close them on the way down. By the next day midmorning the house is down to 18 but then it started to warm again, slowly then quickly. The basement has a tiny bit of heat going into it but that's mostly from the growlights down there.
The thermostat down there still doesn't work in spring, though it works in fall. I'm sure it has to do with the way the air flows through the area but it's deeply annoying. If it did work, I could keep downstairs at 20 and not have such extreme fluctuations, but it just doesn't turn the baseboards off when things heat up. Problem for another time.
Anyhow, gardens are good.
I tried taking off her cone today. Fingers crossed for us all. She's a licker, but she was busy cleaning her front paws, and I'm hoping this will let her get at her bones and toys better. Besides, she was flexible enough to be able to reach and lick her wound with the cone on these last few days, I guess her leg is feeling flexible again.
I got the tiller working. It required siphoning out the old gas and putting in new. You're supposed to run the seasonal devices dry before storing them but I can never bring myself to do so. Maybe I should put the snowblower away and give it a try, anyhow.
The upper field is dry, the back field is a little squishy still but the puddles are gone. It's fascinating to use crocuses as microclimating tools. Places I'd think would be warmer, like a west slope, end up not being because of a couple degrees of angle in the wrong direction or a brief string of shade that I wouldn't expect to last long enough to have that impact.
All my apples in the main orchard are nicely woodchip mulched from last fall. I put in daffodils but the woodchip mulch is a ridiculous insulator: anything under it is still frozen, including any hose that runs under woodchips. The only exception is my perennial beds, which were layered woodchips and compost and maybe are just warm from compost still, or maybe the raised edge is south-facing enough to counter it?
About half of my scionwood has arrived. I'm going to try grafting one of everything on the wild saskatoons and one of everything on siberian crabapple rootstock: you can get two grafts out of a stick, usually.
I replanted some of the basketry willows along the ephemeral creek, some had grown up but geese had eaten others. The geese are excluded from the area currently, though it's occupied by a half-dozen muscovies who can fly around causing trouble.
The favas soaked last night, so I'm hoping to get them in the ground today. I should interplant them with spinach or radishes, something short. I had also considered alternating rows with a grain, wheat or the barley. I'll see what I do, I guess. They'll need watering whatever I do; we haven't had rain really, though that most recent snow was a lot of moisture for snow.
The first wildfire started in the area, though no one is worried about it. It did make it to 3ha, when usually they get caught below 1ha.
I'm mostly not heating the house anymore. Until the leaves come on the deciduous trees it's greenhousing when the sun swings around to the west. The point of sunset is moving really fast right now, but that's around 4pm at the moment. The temperature inside shoots up to 30C or so, I open the windows, then close them on the way down. By the next day midmorning the house is down to 18 but then it started to warm again, slowly then quickly. The basement has a tiny bit of heat going into it but that's mostly from the growlights down there.
The thermostat down there still doesn't work in spring, though it works in fall. I'm sure it has to do with the way the air flows through the area but it's deeply annoying. If it did work, I could keep downstairs at 20 and not have such extreme fluctuations, but it just doesn't turn the baseboards off when things heat up. Problem for another time.
Anyhow, gardens are good.
Daily Check-In
2026-04-22 18:05starwatcher posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
fandom_checkinThis is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Wednesday April 22, to midnight on Thursday, April 23. (8pm Eastern Time).
Poll #34511 Daily Check-in
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 11
How are you doing?
I am OK.
6 (54.5%)
I am not OK, but don't need help right now.
4 (36.4%)
I could use some help.
1 (9.1%)
How many other humans live with you?
I am living single.
4 (36.4%)
One other person.
3 (27.3%)
More than one other person.
4 (36.4%)
Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
MV drabble: Gordian Lotus
2026-04-22 19:29mxcatmoonWritten for: threesentenceficathon
Title: Gordian Lotus
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 100
Characters: Sonny, Rico
Summary: Rico thinks Sonny needs to chill out. Sonny disagrees, for practical reasons.
Notes: The last of the 3SF fics I'd forgotten to post to my journal.
(Note: Me too, Sonny, me too!)
Prompt: Any, any, who or what gives you inner peace?
( Gordian Lotus )
threesentenceficathon Title: Gordian Lotus
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 100
Characters: Sonny, Rico
Summary: Rico thinks Sonny needs to chill out. Sonny disagrees, for practical reasons.
Notes: The last of the 3SF fics I'd forgotten to post to my journal.
(Note: Me too, Sonny, me too!)
Prompt: Any, any, who or what gives you inner peace?
( Gordian Lotus )
