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While walking the dogs I thought about what the world would look like if our President had my schedule.

8:00 am make coffee
8:05 am drink coffee and read emails and various websites make note to ask how to unsubscribe from Reason magazine (how did they get my email?)
9:00 am walk dogs
9:30 am check investments online and try to get an answer about why gold isn't      $10,000/oz considering the debt and everything else.
10:00 go to gym try to get up to 7 miles on the bike and burn off 12 calories to make up for that whole pizza you ate last night (why did Melania just have one piece didn't she know I'd finish it?) hit steam room you deserve it!
11:00 play a bit of Civilization Call to Power (original version) as a reward for going to gym. (try to figure out how to sneak up on the Vikings - maybe check with DOD on thoughts)
12:00 weed garden. Call Michelle ask her if she had problems with that area where the arugula is planted also check with NSA see if they have any thoughts on that spot? Email ICE ask whats holding up the visa for the gardener (last guy didn't have to pull his own weeds!)
1:00 drink ice tea and read some of that book on relationships Melania wants you to read.
1:05 finish ice tea and think about building a new wall for the asparagus.
1:30 clean up dog poop in the rose garden - mow roses down!
2:00 play a bit more Civilization Call to Power as a reward for not mowing roses down and instead trimming out the dead.  call Surgeon General to see about getting more neosporin for 'rose wounds'.
3:00 start pizza dough in bread machine for State dinner with Italians. (check with State Dept. how many people again?)
4:00 clean West Wing and Kitchen
5:00 Play a little more Civilization Call to Power as reward for clearing your to do list. (finish before Melania gets home!)
5:30 watch news call Rachael Maddow to see if she wants to get lunch tomorrow (Clear with Melania!)
6:30 see whats on TV
8:00ish Greet Melania and ask her how work was (remind her of State dinner with Italians ask her if she thinks a salad would be a good idea)
10:00 State dinner (damn they eat late!)
try to get Kimmel to send you his monologue on VHS if dinner goes long. Call Ivanka see if she can set up Tivo(sp?)
11:00 ish  go to bed. dream about conquering world (on Call to Power!;~)
  

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  1. Kelly WintertonMay 15, 2017 at 8:40 PM

    I actually did build an asparagus wall last year. It was made with some 3-foot tall fencing, in the same manner as those gabion rock walls. Except there are no rocks in my asparagus wall. This fencing wall encloses all my dead corn stalks and other assorted compost. The asparagus wall is on the north side of my asparagus bed, right up against the stalks and over the roots. The idea is that as the corn stalks and other compost material gradually and naturally break down, it feeds the asparagus. That wall also defines the north side of the asparagus wall, and smothers weeds on that side. I now only weed the south side of the asparagus bed. Actually before the wall made of fencing, I had an asparagus wall that was defined by bales of straw. The straw wall held up nicely for a couple years as it decomposed in place. That straw wall inspired me to build an improved asparagus wall last year.

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    1. Doug A.May 16, 2017 at 7:05 AM

      Kelly thanks for reading and commenting. I had to look up gabion walls to be sure I knew what they were, thanks for putting a name on them for me! Part of what I like about gardening and perhaps a topic for a future blog is the creative people like yourself. This seems an especially creative use of slow to compost material like corn stalks. Doing the right thing at the right time is gardening doing it so as to get multiple benefits from the same action approaches art.
      Largest gabion wall I every saw being built was years ago in Costa Rica. In essentially the middle of nowhere there were these 3 guys tossing rocks the size of your head one to the next. The top guy was dropping them into a heavy wire cage. The cage was being built alongside the road as a giant retaining wall for a section of the mountain that had obviously been a landslide problem in the past. Since watching that day I've no need to ever speculate (like you see on TV) about how the Mayans built their temples and walls. My brother calls it Mayan construction AKA bloody hard physical work done without complaint 'cause that is simple what needs to be done.

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