I started knitting

In theory, it is winter here, so I started knitting. I have knit two scarves. The second scarf is better; neither is great. But now I am ready to move on to an actual pattern. There’s just one problem: what do I do with all of these ugly practice scarves?

Knitting fascinates me because, if you are not happy with the result, you can just keep unraveling and re-knitting until you have what you want. Not like in sewing, or remodeling, where materials are cut. In knitting, you can go back in time. These are my words of wisdom after practicing for about three whole months.

In other news: we are starting dog trick classes and agility in the coming weeks. I wish I could go back in time with Marko and prevent all of the bad things. But I can’t. So I am teaching him to roll over instead. I have found renewed determination to get him to go for walks again, as well. On any given day, you might find me tossing pieces of hot dog down the sidewalk in an attempt to lure him along.

Also, I have finally posted pictures of our trip to ABQ last October.

Baseboards

Last weekend, Brian’s parents came to visit and helped us work on the house. The main project: the baseboard trim in the living room.

The previous oak trim had been stained a dark color, and was heavily shimmed:
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After some investigation, we found out why: the floorboards did not reach all the way to the walls.
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Brian and his pa cut the boards even with a circular saw, and then laid in strips of maple to fill the gap.
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We still need to add some quarter-round trim, and, someday, match the window trim. But I think it looks pretty nice.

Before:
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After:
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Before:
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After:
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Behind the old baseboards, we found some old square nails:
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… and some old cards:
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… and Marko practiced his woodworking:
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Happy anniversary to us

Two years ago, Brian and I got married. One year ago, we got Marko-ed.

I wanted a dog that I could take everywhere. I wanted a running partner. I got the exact opposite. I never met a dog before that would refuse a walk. I wish I could solve the mystery that Marko is, but every milestone is also a reminder that we live with uncertainty.

(This is the part where I find peace with uncertainty.)

I chose Marko because he was from New Mexico. Minnesota is not totally unlike the Southwest, where the horizon is open all around you and you can see forever. Isn’t that what we like about the waterfront? The Minnesota prairie and the New Mexico high desert are both the front of something infinite. Yet the pleasant hum and bustle of the city that brings me solace seems to terrify my dog. Usually, he finds the most joy at the dog park where he can chase things forever. Brian takes him there every day.

Happy anniversary to my boys:

I hate mulch

I’ve decided to leave the goldenrod alone. I considered digging it up because it seemed too tall and too wild for our backyard. But I changed my mind because I hate throwing away plants, and also because today when I was moving around the lilies (again), I saw this:

Bumblebees on goldenrod

I love bumblebees. They’re fat and fuzzy like tiny flying stuffed animals. And fascinating to watch (if you’re a nerd like me).

I like bees. Bumblebees, Mason bees, those little green bees. Unless you’re allergic to bee stings, which I’m not, and you like food, which I do, bees are good to have around. (Hornets and wasps are a different story, and I won’t tell you what we do their nests when we find them because I am kind of in denial of it.)

Bee numbers are declining. But the colony collapse disorder affects imported pollinators, and there are a ton of native pollinators. Only guess what? Many of them are ground-nesting.

Which brings me to my point: I hate mulch. The reasons why were brought home once again to me today as I re-planted my lilies.

1. Mulch gets mixed in with the dirt when you move plants, and then it looks messy and causes mushrooms.
2. Mulch must constantly be replaced, which costs money.
3. Mulch prevents ground-nesting bees from nesting in the ground.

Now, I get it. Mulch, when freshly applied, looks very attractive and tidy in a garden. It prevents weed growth without the use of chemicals. It says, “I am a responsible gardener.”

Dilemma.

My goal is to get my plants growing so close together that weeding is minimal and the garden has that bunchy organic look (which is anything but organic in that it is really hard to plan it out).

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