Football and stuff
Sep. 11th, 2005 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nlbarberYesterday was the first Ga. Tech home game. I went with my brother and niece--sister-in-law was supervising the nephew's birthday party at a karate studio, and my other niece, not interested in football or in watching her little brother's party, was at a friend's. (Nephew just turned 6.) Very nice day for a football game, and despite some less-than-stellar play at times, Ga. Tech won. Not by the margin they perhaps should have over North Carolina, but hey, it's a win.
Nice pre-game stuff, too. Let's skip the attempt to get the crowd to sing the alma mater (it seems everyone only knows the last two lines: " Oh, Scion of the Southland! / In our hearts you shall forever fly." I have an excuse: I didn't go to Tech...). They did a little video retrospective of football at Tech, had a moment of silence for the victims of Sept. 11 and Katrina, and then the national anthem. With excellent timing, the last lines of the national anthem were punctuated by a fly-over by 2 Navy fighters, piloted by Ga. Tech alums. Quite an impressive moment.
The game was an interminable 4 hours long, as the TV time-outs seem to get longer every year. Afterwards we headed to Mick's in Decatur for a late supper, where brother and niece happily talked sports most of the meal.
Today was quiet--did my Jazzercise DVD, getting more and more annoyed at the instructor on it (the founder of Jazzercise) who doesn't cue a number of the moves until she's well into them. I'm apparently spoiled by my local instructors--they do a much better job. Then I headed into the garden with force majeure: the electric hedge trimmers. Four-and-a-half boxwoods have been reduced in size, and are a good bit more shapely than they were. (It's probably the wrong time to prune the shrubbery, but I do these things when the urge strikes or I don't get them done at all. If something dies as a consequence, so be it. I have a very Darwinian view of my garden...)
I also discovered that my yellow rose of Texas is Not Well--most of the stems are dead and have a mottled appearance, and the few green stems left have only a few leaves and the same mottling. Must try to google up some information, but this will have to wait until I can remember the proper name of the plant. "Yellow rose of Texas" is just getting me some heirloom rose hits, and this thing isn't a rose. Maybe it will come to me, or I'll do a more exhaustive search of my gardening books. I suspect the combination of the very crowded plant and our very wet summer led to a disease of some sort. Despite my Darwinian gardening, I moved this plant from Mississippi and I'd like to keep it alive if I can.
Nice pre-game stuff, too. Let's skip the attempt to get the crowd to sing the alma mater (it seems everyone only knows the last two lines: " Oh, Scion of the Southland! / In our hearts you shall forever fly." I have an excuse: I didn't go to Tech...). They did a little video retrospective of football at Tech, had a moment of silence for the victims of Sept. 11 and Katrina, and then the national anthem. With excellent timing, the last lines of the national anthem were punctuated by a fly-over by 2 Navy fighters, piloted by Ga. Tech alums. Quite an impressive moment.
The game was an interminable 4 hours long, as the TV time-outs seem to get longer every year. Afterwards we headed to Mick's in Decatur for a late supper, where brother and niece happily talked sports most of the meal.
Today was quiet--did my Jazzercise DVD, getting more and more annoyed at the instructor on it (the founder of Jazzercise) who doesn't cue a number of the moves until she's well into them. I'm apparently spoiled by my local instructors--they do a much better job. Then I headed into the garden with force majeure: the electric hedge trimmers. Four-and-a-half boxwoods have been reduced in size, and are a good bit more shapely than they were. (It's probably the wrong time to prune the shrubbery, but I do these things when the urge strikes or I don't get them done at all. If something dies as a consequence, so be it. I have a very Darwinian view of my garden...)
I also discovered that my yellow rose of Texas is Not Well--most of the stems are dead and have a mottled appearance, and the few green stems left have only a few leaves and the same mottling. Must try to google up some information, but this will have to wait until I can remember the proper name of the plant. "Yellow rose of Texas" is just getting me some heirloom rose hits, and this thing isn't a rose. Maybe it will come to me, or I'll do a more exhaustive search of my gardening books. I suspect the combination of the very crowded plant and our very wet summer led to a disease of some sort. Despite my Darwinian gardening, I moved this plant from Mississippi and I'd like to keep it alive if I can.
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Date: 2005-09-12 03:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-12 05:49 pm (UTC)Guess it doesn't matter much--I've cleaned out the dead stems so there's much better air circulation in there, so I'm just going to hope that the plant will come back. It's probably much too late to try applying an anti-fungal treatment.
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Date: 2005-09-12 06:10 pm (UTC)