My late planted garden , which looked so good, is now officially a fail. Before the September rains started we were well on our way to a second harvest of beans spinach, carrots, beets and potatoes. Then the rains started. It washed away the slug repellent daily . I tried to keep up but the week of stormy,stormy,stormy... an army of slugs attacked my raised beds like Sherman burning through Georgia. It was all gone in less than twenty four hours. My all-knowing 92 year old Grandmother has advised me to procure barnyard geese. She says they will eat all the slugs for me. ALL of them. Soooo, we will be adding goslings to next years baby chick frenzy!
Next year will be chick heavy. DD brought us a small incubator and Gannicus is doing his job well. Only one of the new chickens we procured in our good neighbor attempt is still a mystery. One of the Blue laced red wyandottes is enormous and has fluffy-ish rooster-y feathers. It does not crow however and is meek and submissive and to be perfectly honest... kind of girly in its attitude. The question is...is this a large gawky hen or a surprisingly effeminate rooster?
On to other topics... The gubment shutdown.. No. I'm not going to go on a rant. It wouldn't do any good. Things are seriously messed up in our capital and untangling the knot of intrigue and special interest positioning is far,far beyond the capabilities of my itty bitty brain. The end game? Who TF knows. Does the shut down affect me personally? Could be. It looks like the shut down might have lost me a sale on Etsy. Someone was spending a lot of time looking at a particular piece. The shutdown happened and the looker/potential buyer...went away. Maybe...maybe not, but the timing was suspect. Oh well. It did show me that I need to pay more attention to my etsy page. It has been sadly neglected for the last few months. I re-posted 5 paintings a couple of months ago and then wandered off to do other stuff. Is this a surprise? No! I've failed at every retail-y, sales-y job I have ever had. The ones I had short term success in, bored me to tears and I just didn't have it in me to continuously pester people to 'buymystuffbuymystuffbuymystuffbuymy........ I am a seriously lackluster marketer. Being crappy at marketing however, doesn't alleviate the disappointment of losing a big sale. Losing the money is bad enough but, the real hit goes to my squishy soft artist's ego that wants to cry with the pain of rejection every time someone looks at one of my paintings and then shrugs and walks off. So, yes ! This Sunday morning finds me with a pouty lip and lowered eyes.
Next year will be chick heavy. DD brought us a small incubator and Gannicus is doing his job well. Only one of the new chickens we procured in our good neighbor attempt is still a mystery. One of the Blue laced red wyandottes is enormous and has fluffy-ish rooster-y feathers. It does not crow however and is meek and submissive and to be perfectly honest... kind of girly in its attitude. The question is...is this a large gawky hen or a surprisingly effeminate rooster?
On to other topics... The gubment shutdown.. No. I'm not going to go on a rant. It wouldn't do any good. Things are seriously messed up in our capital and untangling the knot of intrigue and special interest positioning is far,far beyond the capabilities of my itty bitty brain. The end game? Who TF knows. Does the shut down affect me personally? Could be. It looks like the shut down might have lost me a sale on Etsy. Someone was spending a lot of time looking at a particular piece. The shutdown happened and the looker/potential buyer...went away. Maybe...maybe not, but the timing was suspect. Oh well. It did show me that I need to pay more attention to my etsy page. It has been sadly neglected for the last few months. I re-posted 5 paintings a couple of months ago and then wandered off to do other stuff. Is this a surprise? No! I've failed at every retail-y, sales-y job I have ever had. The ones I had short term success in, bored me to tears and I just didn't have it in me to continuously pester people to 'buymystuffbuymystuffbuymystuffbuymy........ I am a seriously lackluster marketer. Being crappy at marketing however, doesn't alleviate the disappointment of losing a big sale. Losing the money is bad enough but, the real hit goes to my squishy soft artist's ego that wants to cry with the pain of rejection every time someone looks at one of my paintings and then shrugs and walks off. So, yes ! This Sunday morning finds me with a pouty lip and lowered eyes.
