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Thursday, May 29, 2014 Gardening 101 “Gardening” can be intimidating. Regardless of where you are in the process, there is always room for improvement. The great thing about gardening is that you can make mistakes, learn from those mistakes, and still enjoy the process. It’s probably a fine time to emphasize that this is true of cultivating our own lives as well as cultivating plants and flowers. This might begin to read a bit cheesy but if you’ve ever been lost, you know what I mean. We have to keep tilling, seeding, fertilizing, mulching, weeding and pruning. Unless you have an exotic rose bush, this might seem easy to do as an experienced gardener of which I am not. I learned, as many gardeners do, through trial and error. Believe me; I have made my share of mistakes. Here are a few tips that I have found to be helpful. Take care of your investment—YOU! If you’re not in a good place, get out. And for goodness sake, find a good therapist. I can’t emphasize this enough. Don’t underestimate talk therapy. Rediscovering yourself takes time and a good therapist will only encourage you to be the best version of you. Just as plants need space to grow, so do you. Space can be physical (an apartment, a house, a room! Virginia Woolf wrote an entire essay on this. Sandra Cisneros wrote a beautiful poem “A House Of My Own”) or it can be symbolic space (a journal, a block of time to go for a walk, a therapist’s office!). As my life changed, I left a house and land to move into a small apartment. This is where I started gardening in pots. I knew nothing about gardening so the first plant I picked, I picked from what I affectionately call “the death and dying” section also known as the discount plants section. The plant I picked up was colorful but creepy. I learned it was a bromeliad, a tropical plant which I wasn’t actually aware of at the time. It turns out that bromeliads are “undemanding and easy to grow” a quick Google search tells me. I don’t recall searching for any care instructions at the time. I decided to wing it (the opposite of how I typically approach my life). I loved the bloom. What I didn’t realize is that bromeliadsbloom a single time… then they die. Great. Sigh. But wait! I did a bit of research and knew to look forward to “pups”, growing buds at the base of the leaves. These pups are ready to be separated when they are about half the size of the mother plant and should be removed by cutting with a sharp knife or clippers as close to the mother plant as possible. I had no idea that I would be performing surgery. Nevertheless, I ended up with three pups after the mother passed away. I would be lying if I wrote that this didn’t break my heart but with the pups came new flowers and new pups; and, all Goths know that Death is part of Life. Not all plants require the same amount of fertilizer or water. I learned that I’m a “slow processor” so when I am hurt or upset, it takes me quite a while to understand why. Pay attention to your climate. The USDA Hardiness Zone Map divides North America into 11 separate zones with each zone being 10°F warmer (or colder) than the adjacent zone. I require a great deal of indirect sunlight. I lived in Massachusetts for a while and could not hack it. It was overcast and dreary. My little Goth heart needs sunlight… just not direct sunlight. I always use a parasol when I go for walks which I enjoy doing in town to look at the various Victorian style homes and in my favorite garden cemetery, Hollywood Cemetery. As I mentioned before, know that sometimes it is trial and error. Posted by Goth Gardener at 7:23 PM
A TOOTHY STORY pt. 5 Karen watches him drift back into sleep, her heart swelling with love. His snores have turned into gentle snuffles, his antennae still occasionally twitching in his sleep. The nurse, Nina, smiles at her. "It's okay, he's just tired," she says. "Let's get him standing." They help Plankton into a sitting position, his body uncooperative and limp. His eye open and close, trying to stay awake. "Pway?" he mumbles again, his voice a sleepy whisper. Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Later, sweetheart, after you're all better." Nina, the nurse, nods. "Let's get you on your feet," she says, offering her fin for support. Plankton wobbles, his legs like jello. Karen takes his other arm, steadying him. "One step at a time," she says, her voice a gentle guide. They shuffle to the door, his feet moving as if through water. His head lolls, his antennae drooping with exhaustion as he falls asleep, but Karen and Nina quickly react, holding him upright. "It's normal for the anesthesia to make him so tired." Nina says over Plankton's snores as he's snoring deeply. Karen nods, her grip firm on his arm. "Let's get you to the car," she says. "Wake up, Plankton. Just a little more." With a snort, Plankton's eye opens again, blinking sleepily. "Wha...?" he says, looking around the room. Karen's smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds. "It's time to go home, sweetie," she says. They make their way to the car, Plankton leaning heavily on Karen's arm. The nurse, Nina, gives them both a nod of encouragement. "Call us if you need anything," she says. The sun is blinding as they walk out of the clinic, its rays piercing through the clouds like a spotlight. Plankton squints, his eye watering. "Hone," he mumbles, his voice a sleepy sigh. Karen laughs, her arm around his waist. "Home, Plankton," she says, her voice like a lullaby. "We're going home now." They reach the car, his legs wobbly as a newborn's. Karen opens the door, guiding him in. Plankton fumbles with the seatbelt, his fingers refusing to cooperate. "Let me," she says, her touch gentle as she secures him in. The drive home is quiet, his snores punctuating the hum of the engine. Karen watches him, his mouth slack, the gauze still in place. "Almost there, Plankton," she says, her voice soothing. The car's smooth movement lulls him further into sleep. Karen sighs, her eyes on the road ahead, her mind racing with thoughts of care and comfort for her recovering husband. When they arrive home, she gently wakes him, his eye fluttering open. "Who...?" he mumbles, his voice a slurry whisper. "It's me, Karen," she says, smiling. "We're home, Plankton." He blinks, his mind still foggy. "Hone?" he repeats, his voice barely audible. Karen nods. "Yes, sweetheart, we're home." They enter their home, the familiar scent of home wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Plankton stumbles, his legs like jelly under him. "Bath-tub," he mumbles, pointing in the direction of their bedroom. Karen laughs, her heart swelling with love for her confused husband. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle reminder. "Let's get you to the couch." They shuffle through the house, his eye half-closed, his words slurred. "Muff-muff...tub?" he repeats, his thoughts jumbled. Karen laughs, her voice like a warm current in the cool ocean. "No, Plankton, the couch," she says, guiding his unsteady steps. He nods, his antennae drooping. "C-c-couch," he repeats, his words like bubbles rising to the surface. Karen helps him settle, his body collapsing into the plush cushions with a sigh. His snores resume, his mouth open, and drool pooling on the pillow. Plankton's eyes flicker open, his gaze unfocused. "Tish...?" he mumbles, reaching up to touch his mouth. Karen laughs, taking his hand. "No, Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle stream. "Let's keep those hands down." He frowns, his mind a fog. "Whath...whathapened?" he asks, his speech still slurred. Karen smiles, her voice a warm caress. "You had your wisdom teeth taken out, sweetheart." Plankton's eye widens. "B-but...muh...muh..." his words a jumble. Karen giggles with warmth. "What are you trying to say, Plankton?" she asks, her voice sweet as a lullaby. He tries to sit up, his body still groggy. "Baf...baf... baf," he babbles. Karen's laughter is a gentle wave, lapping at the shores of his confusion. "It's okay," she says, her hand a steady rock. "Your mouth is just numb." Plankton's antennae wave weakly, his eye still unfocused. "Mumf?" he mumbles, his voice like a baby's coo. "Mumf?" Karen laughs softly, her heart filled with love and amusement. "What's 'mumf', Plankton?" she asks, her voice a gentle ripple in the sea of his confusion. He blinks, his mouth moving in a silent attempt to form words. "Mumf," he repeats, his voice a sleepy murmur. "Muff...muf..." his words trailing off. Karen laughs, her voice a soothing whisper. "What's 'mumf', sweetheart?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with mirth. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching. "Nun," he slurs, his mind swimming in a sea of anesthesia. "Why my moufs nun." Karen laughs, her eyes sparkling. "Your mouth is numb, Plankton," she explains, her voice a gentle wave. "It'll wear off by the morning." He nods, his antennae drooping. "Mouf numb," he echoes, his tongue still thick. "Mm...numb." He giggles to himself. "Numb." Karen laughs, her voice like the tinkling of a bell. "Yes, Plankton, your mouth is numb," she says, her words a gentle soothing rain. "It's from the surgery." Plankton's antennae perk up, his eye finally focusing. "Sur...surg... surgery?" he asks, his voice a tentative question. Karen nods, wiping at his drool with a tissue. "It's okay, you're all done now." He giggles, his words a slur. "Sur...surgery," he repeats, his mind still in a haze. Karen smiles, her voice a gentle lullaby. "Wisdom teeth," she says, "They're out, and you're all better." Plankton nods, his antennae twitching with curiosity. "Tweef?" he mumbles, his tongue thick. Karen nods, her voice like a gentle wave. "Yes, sweetie," she says, "The doctor took your big teef out." He giggles again, his mind still foggy. "Big...big teef," he says, his voice a babyish coo. "Tweef." Karen laughs, her voice a soothing breeze. "Yes, Plankton, your big teeth are gone." "How many fing-- fingers awe you holding up?" He asks, but looking at his own hand. Karen laughs, her voice a delightful chime in the quiet room. "I'm not holding up any fingers, Plankton." Plankton's antennae twitch, his eye still unfocused. "But...but..." his words trail off as he tries to process her response. "That's your hand, not mine!" She laughs. Plankton giggles, his eye half-closed. "M-mine?" he asks, his voice a sleepy mumble. Karen nods, her smile never leaving her face. "Yes, love, your hand." He looks down at his hand, his fingers splayed. "Twee," he murmurs, his voice a slurred whisper. "Two big teef gone." Karen laughs, her voice gentle as she shakes her head. "All four wisdom teethies." Plankton blinks, his mind clearing slightly. "Oh," he says, his voice a soft wave. "Twee big teefies." Karen nods, her eyes sparkling with humor. "Yes, Plankton, all your wisdom teeth are out." He giggles, his speech still slurred. "Widom...teefies," he mumbles. "Widom." Karen laughs, her heart warm with love. "That's right," she says, her voice a gentle current. "Wisdom teethies." Plankton's antennae droop again, his eye heavy with sleep. "M-more?" he asks, his voice like a sleepy drone. Karen smiles, her voice a soothing melody. "No more, sweetie," she says, stroking his antennas. "You're all done."
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Haunting your House for Halloween: Decor and Details OCTOBER 13, 2014 / Z. Lots of people find joy in decorating their house for Halloween, but those with a Gothic bent are especially bound to to relish it. These people will take particular care in crafting a beautiful yet bone-chilling atmosphere for their guests… For them, it isn’t so much “decorating” as it is “haunting” the house. Here are some of the easiest and most effective ways to perfect an eerie atmosphere: Cluster Candles. Clustered candles create a haunting and visually interesting focal point. At once reminiscent of somber Gothic cathedrals and spiritualist seances, try turning the lights out and illuminating the room by candlelight alone, as shown in the image below. If you are throwing a dinner party, this kind of lighting will hide any distracting, non-themed parts of the room and will keep guests’ focus on each other as they dine. For an even more magical effect (and double the light), place candles on a mirror or reflective platter. Paint it Black. Everyday items take on a commanding and ominous tone when given a coat of matte black spray paint. Consider painting pumpkins, cheap vases, figurines, candleholders, branches, and wine bottles. Mirror, Mirror. Mirrors have always been a bit uncanny, so use this to your advantage for Halloween! Place fabric or a veiling over the mirrors in the house– this was actually a Victorian mourning tradition to prevent the soul of the deceased from getting “trapped” in the looking glass. Covering all the mirrors in your house will definitely ramp up the creepy factor. You can also make your own haunted mirror (which is I guess what happens if you didn’t cover the mirror?) Eerie Vignettes. For the top of a mantle or table, consider grouping eerie objects together to form a “vignette”. Wilted or dried flowers in a vase beside antique glass bottles work well (below). For the most effective haunting vignette, stack old leather-bound books on a table and top them off with a skull. Phantom Photos. Round up some picture frames you already have, or buy some at a dollar store and paint them a matte black. Print out creepy Victorian-era photos (look up spirit photography) and place them in the frames, then put them around the house where people are bound to see them. Your guests will gradually realize your home is filled with ghostly portraits. Utilize your windows. Cut-out silhouettes always add a element of fun to your haunted house for Halloween, but consider going subtle for a more spooky effect. You can also forgo silhouettes altogether and create a foreboding atmosphere by covering your windows in red tissue paper (your house looks like this, doesn’t it?) Use LED lights as glowing eyes. Nocturnal creatures have tapetum lucidum, a reflective layer on the back of their retina helps them see clear in the dark. If you happen to unwittingly shine a light on an animal’s face, it can create an unnerving effect– two glowing dots stare back at you, disembodied in the dark. You can recreate this effect in your yard or house with a few methods by placing LED lights in film containers. A similar effect can be achieved by placing a glowstick inside a toilet-paper roll with two holes cut out. People passing do a double take as they try to figure out what kind of creature is staring at them– a cat, an owl, or something more sinister?
https://thetastefulgoth.wordpress.com/2014/10/29/haunting-your-house-for-halloween-mind-games-and-parlour-tricks/
Friday, October 26, 2007 balance you see the spirit of architecture is an inspiration for everybody, involved in the building process to be creative! Antonia at 10:13 PM
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROWNING, Alford; d 1915 Mar 17, a4mo; mthc C29-E4; FR; .....d at home of BURTIS, George, Canby Pct, pneumonia; IR 1915 Mar 19; ifa24-5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖬 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 Pt. 14 (𝖡𝗒 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖥𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌) Karen and Chip go back to the living room. Plankton's still doing the Nosferatu puzzle at the coffee table. He looked up at his wife and son as they entered. Karen knew to approach him gently. "How's it going?" she asks, her voice soft, not wanting to startle. Plankton's antennae twitched slightly, and he formed the 'Okay' sign with his hand. It was a simple word, but it spoke volumes. Karen took a seat on the couch across from Plankton, giving him the distance he needed. Chip sat beside her, his eyes glued to the puzzle. They sat in silence. The only sound were the soft clicks of the puzzle pieces being placed. Karen noticed that Chip's hands open, for he wished to try communicating Plankton's signs. She looks at Plankton. "Could I sit with you?" Karen asked, her voice softer than usual. Plankton's eye met hers, his antennae twitching once. He signed 'Yes'. Chip's hand shot up, eager to show he'd learned. He signed 'Yes' too, his movements clumsy but understood. Plankton nodded slightly, his antennae drooping a little less. He took a deep breath, focusing on his puzzle again. The room was still, the only sounds the occasional click of puzzle pieces fitting into place. Chip watched his dad, his heart aching. He knew his dad wasn't mad at him, but he couldn't shake the feeling of rejection. He wanted to help, to fix whatever was broken, but he didn't know how. Karen noticed Chip's sadness. "It's not you, sweetie," she whispers. "He's just trying to keep it all together. It's like when you get so upset you can't even talk. Remember?" Chip nods. He'd had his share of overwhelming moments too. "But he loves us," Karen adds, her voice firm. "It's just his way of showing it right now." Plankton looks up at Karen. His antennae twitch again, his hand moving in a pattern Chip hadn't seen. 'Need Less Sound'. Karen nods, her eyes understanding. She glances at Chip, who's looking at his dad with a mix of sorrow and curiosity. "What does that mean?" Chip asks, his voice barely a murmur. Karen smiles gently, her eyes meeting Chip's. "It means he wants us to be quieter," she explains. "Let's keep our voices down, okay?" Chip nods solemnly. So, they sit. They sat in the quiet, each of them trying their best to keep their movements to a minimum. Plankton's hands continue to work on the puzzle, his antennae occasionally twitching as he searches for the right pieces. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Plankton flinched. Karen looks out of the peephole to see Hanna, her old friend. "Huh; my friend Hanna's here." Neither Plankton nor Chip have met her. "Mom, does she know about Dad's aut-" "No," Karen says quickly, cutting Chip off. She glances at Plankton, his antennae twitching rapidly. "It's not up to you to tell her about it, Chip. Plankton, I know you're still recovering from yesterday and it's fine if you wanna sign in front of her, you don't have to talk." She then opens the door. "Hi, Karen!" Hanna says. Karen gives her a hug. "Hey Hanna; you haven't met my family yet.." Hanna steps into the living room. "Hi, Ms. Hanna," Chip says. "My name is Chip." Hanna smiles. "Well hello there Chip!" Hanna gives him a hug before turning to Plankton. "I'm guessing you must be Karen's husband?" Karen nods silently. "This is my husband, Plankton." Plankton looks up at Hanna, his antennae twitching. He signs quickly. 'Hello'. Hanna's eyes widen. "Oh," she says, her voice filled with surprise. "Uhm– I'm glad to meet you?" She held out her hand, hoping he'd shake it. But Plankton doesn't move. His antennae twitch again, his hand forming the 'No' sign. Karen then steps in. "Hanna, Plankton's feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. Could we maybe talk in the kitchen?" Hanna nods, looking slightly confused. "Sure," she says. Chip follows his mom, glancing back at his dad. Plankton's gaze doesn't leave the puzzle. Karen decides not to bring up Plankton. Yet Hanna's curious. "Is Plankton deaf?" Hanna asks, her voice hushed. "He seemed a bit... off?" Karen sighs, her eyes darting back to the living room. "He's just having a tough day," she says, her tone carefully neutral. "So what brings you here, Hanna?" "Oh, I just wanted to stay due to home renovations," Hanna says. "But if you're not feeling up to it..." Karen shakes her head. "No, no. We're okay." But she's not sure if Plankton will like this temporary change. "You can stay in the guest room, Hanna." Hanna nods. She and Chip followed Karen back into the living room, where Plankton still worked on the puzzle. "Plankton," Karen says, her voice gentle. "Hanna's going to stay with us for a bit." Plankton's antennae twitch sharply, his hand moving quickly. 'How Long?' he asks, his signs a silent question. "Shouldn't be more than a week," Karen answers, as Hanna watched with wide eyes. Karen notices the concern in Plankton's gaze. "Remember what we talked about?" Karen reminds him. "Routines can be altered for a short time. It's okay." Plankton's hand moves again, forming the 'Okay' sign, though his antennae still twitch with anxiety. Karen smiles, her eyes warm. Hanna looks from Karen to Plankton, her confusion growing. "Is he okay?" she asks, her voice low. Karen nods. "Yes," she says. But Chip jumps in, eager to explain. "My dad is–" "Chip," Karen interrupts. "It is okay. Hanna will be here until her house is fixed up." Plankton's antennae twitched again, his eye slightly wider. 'Now?' his hand signs. Karen shakes her head. "Just a week, honey. We need to spend some time with Hanna." Plankton sighs, his body slumping. He doesn't move from his spot on the couch, his gaze never leaving the puzzle. Hanna just stared. "What's his deal?" Hanna whispers, her eyes darting between Karen and Plankton. "It's a bit of a sensitive topic," Karen says, her voice a mix of apology and concern. She looks at Plankton, who's now signing 'Space'. "But, is he ok?" Hanna asks, her voice a mix of worry and curiosity. "He's ok," Karen assures, her gaze focused on Plankton. "My da-" "Chip," Karen interjects before her son can finish. "It's up to your dad if he wants to elaborate." Chip nods, looking back to the puzzle. Hanna frowns. The tension in the room is palpable. Plankton's antennae are in a constant state of twitching as he tries to make sense of this new development. His world has been thrown into chaos by the sudden intrusion of an unfamiliar person. He signs 'Too Much', his hands shaking slightly. Karen nods, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know it's a lot," she says. "But it's for a week, and she'll make sure to be respectful, okay?" Plankton's antennae slow their erratic dance, and he nods once, his hand moving to form the 'Okay' sign. Yet Hanna doesn't understand his Sign Language.
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