I partied with the MOO kroo on Saturday night. I had a delightful time in my birthday outfit talking about Araucaria spp. and how to do paleobotany with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lotsofplants. Worthy of note: wearing my corset & heels didn't cripple me this time, possibly because I wasn't working and standing all day in them.
What did nearly cripple me was swapping out by bed frame. My old one, which I got for free from a friend of Ex's when I moved into my lake place, was made my a carpenter. That's right: heavy, wobbly, creaky, ugly, and even with a step stool hard to get into. Its main virtue: it was a loft bed, which meant I had vital extra storage space for my one-bedroom apartment.
So, I replaced it with another loft bed. This meant moving all that stored stuff into the rest of the apartment, sweeping, partially disassembling the old frame, getting the old frame out (and gouging the hardwood floor in the process despite some efforts not to), assembling the new frame, putting all the stored stuff back, and cleaning up. End to end time: about eight hours.
The good news is that even diminutive ladies like Much Younger Woman should be able to get into my bed without difficulty, which is good news indeed if you're a lesbian. And the new frame has rails, so the Tickler won't roll out of it and fall four feet to the floor if she has one of her occasional night terrors. The bad news is that I've got to cover six feet of floor scars with, essentially, crayons.
ATTNlotsofplants: I did remember correctly. The Wollemi pine is an Araucaria. And it was attacked by a fungus, Phytophthora cinnamomi, that probably arrived on somebody's feet. No mention of where that fungus came from, but Uncle Wiki suggests that P. cinnamomi has wreaked havoc in the Americas in historical times, which to me suggests a recent arrival there as well. No mention, however, of how the Great American Interchange affected Araucaria populations.
lotsofplants. Worthy of note: wearing my corset & heels didn't cripple me this time, possibly because I wasn't working and standing all day in them.What did nearly cripple me was swapping out by bed frame. My old one, which I got for free from a friend of Ex's when I moved into my lake place, was made my a carpenter. That's right: heavy, wobbly, creaky, ugly, and even with a step stool hard to get into. Its main virtue: it was a loft bed, which meant I had vital extra storage space for my one-bedroom apartment.
So, I replaced it with another loft bed. This meant moving all that stored stuff into the rest of the apartment, sweeping, partially disassembling the old frame, getting the old frame out (and gouging the hardwood floor in the process despite some efforts not to), assembling the new frame, putting all the stored stuff back, and cleaning up. End to end time: about eight hours.
The good news is that even diminutive ladies like Much Younger Woman should be able to get into my bed without difficulty, which is good news indeed if you're a lesbian. And the new frame has rails, so the Tickler won't roll out of it and fall four feet to the floor if she has one of her occasional night terrors. The bad news is that I've got to cover six feet of floor scars with, essentially, crayons.
ATTN
lotsofplants: I did remember correctly. The Wollemi pine is an Araucaria. And it was attacked by a fungus, Phytophthora cinnamomi, that probably arrived on somebody's feet. No mention of where that fungus came from, but Uncle Wiki suggests that P. cinnamomi has wreaked havoc in the Americas in historical times, which to me suggests a recent arrival there as well. No mention, however, of how the Great American Interchange affected Araucaria populations.
