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That might apply. My male greyhound Bacchus gets 'clingy' whenever a thunderstorm develops. He's from a racing kennel in Florida, so we think he had a traumatic experience at some point related to a tropical storm or hurricane.
'Clingy' means you have an 80 pound, 30 inch tall dog leaning on you who has a case of the shakes and is whining(*).
(*) Bacchus, the Greek and Roman god of, er, whine. We named him before we knew he didn't bark, he just whines.
Admittedly, within the limits of potential frosts, you can grow or not grow whatever you want anywhere you want - but I do like that I can plant a garden and once the produce gets through its smaller stages it will b e watered by the heavens throughout the spring, summer, and early fall. And spring here is a beautiful thing = trees in white and pink and green. As is usual in life, there's no real free ride - whatever you get you had to give.
To show some sort of solidarity, however, I have an every growing (indoor) cactus garden - all started from seeds. Even a few succulents, although the seeds from those are so small and the seedlings so tiny and frail that I've only been able to keep a few percent alive. There's something fascinating in the desert-adapted plants.
I try to do that, but I can't for some reason. That's weird because normally I make all kinds of mistakes and walk away and forget things and such because I can't STOP thinking about those types of things. But I just can't do it while cutting the grass for some reason. I tend more towards running around in mental circles worrying about whether I should be worrying about something.
The riding mower croaked last year and I couldn't afford to replace it so I had to get a walker. And you really come to appreciate technology when that happens. And of course not only are you walking, but each pass is close to half as wide, so you walk twice as far as you were riding before. And once it warms up, by the time I'm done I will be literally dangerously overheated.
Even piling up all the glass clippings and knowing they'll be the compost of the future is little consolation.
But even that is a hassle. Aside from the fact that glass clippings don't make good compost, even grass clippings tend to squish down into impermeable layers that impede composting. I find I have to keep on breaking up the layer, week after week, until it finally breaks down.
- Never Fertilize your lawn.
- Never Water your lawn.
I have tried this advice with the missus but to no avail. I also argue that a high thick lawn needs less watering. (< $$$) I probably have one of the most unkept yards in my neighborhood...most have a service do it at least bi-weekly. I don't give a damn...it's one of my most dreaded tasks, especially since I started bagging most times. Mine usually gets cut just once a month, and it's time again...this afternoon. I'd rather be coding!
I hate mowing the lawn. Even piling up all the glass clippings
Well, I'd hate it too if mowing it made glass clippings... Just one more reason to wear shoes while mowing the glass...
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010 ----- You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010 ----- When you pry the gun from my cold dead hands, be careful - the barrel will be very hot. - JSOP, 2013
Political arguments aside, I see a hidden good that could come of the trade war.
A reduction of dependence upon China for pretty much everything. We have all experienced that legendary quality they bring to the goods they export to us - HDD's that are DOA or die in a few weeks; appliances of all sorts that need to be replace frequently; food that's possibly tainted with lethal adulterants; sheet-rock contaminated with radioactive waste; wood flooring that emits toxic fumes; and other countless improvements to our lives.
Add to that a generation or so that's used to a disposable way of life - of conspicuous consumption available to the masses - and
well, breaking those habits would be good, albeit painful.