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greenstormIt's quiet here. Yesterday the power was out for thirteen hours (we were advised about twelve of them in advance) which for me means I can only use one pressure tank full of water and I need to barely open the fridge. The internet goes down, of course, but I have a backup power bank to recharge my phone if need be. The fridge goes quiet; the well pump goes quiet; the lights go quiet.
This morning the power is on but upstairs is still quiet. Everyone mowed their lawns yesterday during the outage and returned to work today; there's an occasional creak of birdsong but no background drone. My roosters have all been eaten by the fox teaching her young how to hunt. Even the sleeping cats aren't snoring yet.
After the amount of pain and weird signals my body was giving me yesterday, upon second waking it, too, is now quiet. There's a rustling sort of ache along my back and shoulders, I keep my awareness out of my fingers, but what used to be a shriek is now more of a whisper.
I felt well enough that I found a game to play with Robs this morning, a physical one, based on a video I'd seen. He won't drop a toy he's playing with for food, but if the toy goes limp and boring he *will* switch to a different toy that's being interesting. We played tug/chew switching toys back and forth from one to the other. It kept him at a reasonable level of interaction, not super overdone. He's still not 100% for teeth placement but when he does get my hand it's an accident and he switches away, in that context of active play.
Frost showed up in tiny patches in a few places on the morning walks. Of the frosted tomatoes, Russian Saskatchewan came away particularly well. Others did too but I need to look through them all. I've realized that since most of the birds are gone I can toss the tomatoes in pots in the greenhouses. The raised night temps in there will really quicken them, though of course that makes it less of a trial. Maybe I've had enough trials this spring. Anyhow the one early red is still in the ground, somewhat frosted but it'll come back.
The corn has been soaking. This is the second round, the first round rotted on my counter since they day I'd been planning to plant it was a bit of the Robs acquisition saga. They say it'll be a late warm fall. If it is that will be helpful. It's a late cool spring, except for that weird warm patch in April.
I've been absorbing tiny amounts of climate pattern and my original feeling, that we're at a nexus here between the prairie, coast, and northern chunks of temperature, is pretty much accurate. When the edges of those chunks fluctuate we end up in one or the other, which is why we get such variable weather.
My figs seem to be perfectly happy outside through all this. Some mugs may have been sold to a local event, which is nice. It's feeling like summer dress weather soon, I don't remember where I put any of those.
The cats are snoring now, and the tap of keys has broken the silence. I'm reluctant to get up because it'll reengage my muscle pain but it needs to be done.
This morning the power is on but upstairs is still quiet. Everyone mowed their lawns yesterday during the outage and returned to work today; there's an occasional creak of birdsong but no background drone. My roosters have all been eaten by the fox teaching her young how to hunt. Even the sleeping cats aren't snoring yet.
After the amount of pain and weird signals my body was giving me yesterday, upon second waking it, too, is now quiet. There's a rustling sort of ache along my back and shoulders, I keep my awareness out of my fingers, but what used to be a shriek is now more of a whisper.
I felt well enough that I found a game to play with Robs this morning, a physical one, based on a video I'd seen. He won't drop a toy he's playing with for food, but if the toy goes limp and boring he *will* switch to a different toy that's being interesting. We played tug/chew switching toys back and forth from one to the other. It kept him at a reasonable level of interaction, not super overdone. He's still not 100% for teeth placement but when he does get my hand it's an accident and he switches away, in that context of active play.
Frost showed up in tiny patches in a few places on the morning walks. Of the frosted tomatoes, Russian Saskatchewan came away particularly well. Others did too but I need to look through them all. I've realized that since most of the birds are gone I can toss the tomatoes in pots in the greenhouses. The raised night temps in there will really quicken them, though of course that makes it less of a trial. Maybe I've had enough trials this spring. Anyhow the one early red is still in the ground, somewhat frosted but it'll come back.
The corn has been soaking. This is the second round, the first round rotted on my counter since they day I'd been planning to plant it was a bit of the Robs acquisition saga. They say it'll be a late warm fall. If it is that will be helpful. It's a late cool spring, except for that weird warm patch in April.
I've been absorbing tiny amounts of climate pattern and my original feeling, that we're at a nexus here between the prairie, coast, and northern chunks of temperature, is pretty much accurate. When the edges of those chunks fluctuate we end up in one or the other, which is why we get such variable weather.
My figs seem to be perfectly happy outside through all this. Some mugs may have been sold to a local event, which is nice. It's feeling like summer dress weather soon, I don't remember where I put any of those.
The cats are snoring now, and the tap of keys has broken the silence. I'm reluctant to get up because it'll reengage my muscle pain but it needs to be done.
