I have terrible taste in music. I feel ashamed to admit it, but I’m just not that into it.
It seems like a universally human thing, enjoying music – if you look at anyone’s list of interests, it is bound to appear. I can enjoy a catchy song as much as anyone, but my tastes are very ‘top 20 popular’, and no-one’s ever going to hear about a great new band from me.
But as bad as my music tastes are, I like to think that P’s are worse. His preferences don’t seem to have progressed past the 90s, and the worst thing of all is that he still loves Guns ‘N’ Roses.
I detest a few things in life, like ironing, dental work and getting out of bed on cold mornings, but I think most things are preferable to listening to Axel Rose belt out “Sweet child of mine”. And yet P loves it.
He loves me too – doesn’t do much for the ego, that.
This weekend in Sydney was lovely. It might just be the last hurrah of warm weather, and I still hadn’t planted the garlic. The front yard was also looking a little shabby after being neglected over Easter, so we got stuck into the mowing, edging, tidying and weeding.
I finally planted the onions. I had sown a whole packet of onion seeds in a large pot, and they had progressed to about 15cm high and strong enough for transplanting. I prepared Bed B by weeding and cultivating thoroughly, then set to work trimming the roots of the onions to 2cm long, trimming the tops if they were particularly long, and planting at 10cm spacings with 20cm row spacings. Perhaps a little close, but we’ll see how it goes. This certainly isn’t going to be a project with a rapid payoff, seeing as I’m planting onions in close to full shade through winter. If I get pickling size onions, I’ll still be happy.
I had enough onion seedlings to fill about 1/2 of the bed. The rest I will plant with beetroot, as I’ve had success with beetroot in shade before, and I could use a large quantity of baby beets for pickling.
After planting the onions I mulched heavily with lucerne in an attempt to deter the pesky neighbourhood cat from digging up my seedlings. I have been having dreadful trouble after I stripped the beds for winter – the cat seems to love digging and pooping in bare soil. Heavily mulched beds seemed to have escaped. Mulching around tiny seedlings is slow work, and afterwards I was well and truly pooped.
Today I managed to plant the garlic. Only 50 cloves this year , and I chose to plant only the biggest outer cloves rather than entire bulbs. I think it was a mistake last year to plant the small inner ones too – I had quite a number of small, fiddly bulbs as a result.
Once again I’ve planted under the roses (which may be a mistake) but I’ve re-used garlic grown last year too, so I might generally be heading for failure.
But first I’m heading for bed. I have sore muscles on top of my sore muscles, a raging chest infection and I’m the size of a small house. I know it’ll be difficult once the baby arrives, but at the moment I’d just love to be my normal size again.
*or garlic. Seeing as I planted it under the roses, that might be more apt.
500m2 in Sydney 
“Oh, Bed of Roses is by Bon Jovi?! Well that makes my post make even less sense than it did before” -L. *sigh* – give me something for the pain.
Well it doesn’t change the fact hat your taste hasn’t progressed past the 90s ;P
I blame the musical tastes on P’s Dad. He trained them well from a young age, so heed the warning for your own precious offspring 😉
Despite the horticultural horror of growing veges in your front yard (LOL), the landscaping is very tidy. What is that edging Bed B? Are they treated pine posts? I’m thinking my own landscaping could be a little more structured. (But then that would require regular maitenance, right? LOL)
Oh I know! J has already started saying that she like’s P’s music in the car, so I’m doomed. Long car trips accompanied by Pink Floyd and the Alan Parsons Project are a special kind of torture.
The edging is good ol’ fashioned concrete Sara 🙂 All the lawn at out place is bordered by poured concrete edging so it’s easy to mow. The previous owners just *loved* concrete, so all our raised beds are constructed of bricks then rendered too. Luckily is has all been quite skillfully done – it is deep and solid. Makes isolating the beds from the lawn really easy.
Oh I love veggies in the front garden. Unfortunately, we have divvied up our garden spaces and i have no say at all in what goes out front. So it’s a big, jungly, mess. Fortunately my Monkey Man has good taste in music. I think I would go completely mad if I had to listen to 80s rock.
Oops I mean ’90s rock… Although all those ’80s glam poppers would send me mad too.
Oh, don’t worry VG – I get my fair share of 80s glam rockers too. Def Leppard anyone?
You really are bringing back some good teenage memories with P’s family. At least it keeps your music collection cheap, and some of his taste’s nearly old enough to pass into the Public Domain ;P
Oh, and I’m like you. I sometimes enjoy what’s playing on the radio, and very rarely buy music. (Although, in principle, I really enjoy music.) My saving grace is that I listen to a community radio station these days, so I dodge the worst of commercial pop music. To be fair, I should also confess to enjoying 70s and 80s music though. LOL
Hey, there is nothing wrong with Guns N’ Roses! 25 years on Sweet Child O’ Mine is still as fresh as the day it was released! And its “easy listening” music these days =) LOL
I’m listening to it now!
I’m a bit the same though. I like music but I’m more into the classics and probably more of a folky feel as I get older. There isn’t much around right now that really floats my boat.
I will never tire of 80’s Glam Rock – Hair Bands, spanex pants, high-pitched girly screams and wild guitar solos.
Ooh what’s next on the play list?… Perhaps a bit of Poison – Look what the cat dragged in. See ya!
Oh dear Jodi – not you too! 😉
For a good 80’s-90s hair band I suggest Warrant next – *shudder* 😉
Looks like you hit a nerve with your musical references here. I love music, but am hopeless as knowing who sings what. I rely on the brother – who is totally into music of an alternative style – to update my CD collection each year.
The front garden is looking great with a bit of a tidy up, hope the garlic works out for you and that cat stays away from the onions.
Now go and enjoy a hard earned rest, put your feet up and have a chat with that beautiful (if house-sized) bump.
Thanks Barbara. My brother is much more with-it than me too, although he’s quite niche in his tastes.
I’ve really exposed my truly sad personality with this post – these types of confuddles typify me quite well.
How come no ones mentioned Motley Crue, or Van Halen???? Actually now that I think about it why would they??? You know its not the music that they’re all admired for – its the hair! even Def Leppard had great locks. Actually I regard myself as having excellent musical taste, well as long as we are talking about excellent taste in Australian indie bands circa 1987 – anything else and I get a bit lost….these days my musical input is almost entirely limited to The Wiggles and the music my Pilates instructor plays each week. Fortunately she actually does have great musical taste. I reckon using last years garlic is a good idea – it should be starting to adapt to your conditions – well that’s the theory anyway.
As I mentioned above, I still put Warrant at the top of the ‘bad 80’s hair’ ladder. I think the hair served as a great distraction from how badly they all actually sang.
And I agree that fitness instructors/programmers seem to come up with great stuff – before J was born I used to love doing bodypump classes as much for the music as the workout.