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Well, that kept me busy.
School, work, school, a shift bussing tables at the Blarney Stone, farmer's market, making a worm bin, making food, and back here. Want me to tell you a not-so-secret? I like mothering people, and although there are really sucky things about Angus being sick and about him being gone Sundays, I kinda got off (to use the figurative) on making him a day's worth of food for his trip this weekend. Every time he eats in the states, no matter what it is, he gets sick-- and he's already had a long bad run. So...
And that done, I can make a bacon-chard-kale fry-up in peace, catch up on teh internetz0rz, and then head off to make mom a compost bin for her guerilla community garden for a class project this afternoon.
I spent every cent of my bussing money on either the worm bin or the farmer's market: caught the last of the grapes, shrivelled a little from frost and so so tasty; salmon, smoked and sashimi grade coho; sushi tuna; greens; goat gouda; apple-pears; pears; quince for thanksgiving; purple potatoes for mashing; hugs from Tillie; happy.
There's a farmer's market on the 8th and 22 of November, so I'll get my huge-ass blue Hubbard squash and whatever else I need for thanksgiving then; I'm thinking a box of apples for eating and apple-cranberry sauce, a box of pears for cooking with (poached pears make me quiver), a pumpkin or two for soup and pie, and whatever else looks good (mashed potatoes, roasted root veggies...) This will be a very local thanksgiving. There'll be some orange peel, some rice (maybe wild rice from Canada if I can swing it) but it'll be more-or-less all BC produce. That is exciting.
Gaia has surprise cancer. It's all through her abdomen and chest. She just wound down over the course of a couple of days, and now she's having some trouble breathing and very little energy; she won't last long. Meanwhile Sunday is doing great. Both are eating, though, and nearly took my finger off when I offered avocado last night. Um, obviously I mean Gaia the rat rather than the mystical/ecological concept?
Also: I cannot for the life of me remember the name of this one Cowboy Junkies song, and it's driving me crazy. Can't remember any lyrics from it to look it up. Hate that.
Oh well, off to life.
School, work, school, a shift bussing tables at the Blarney Stone, farmer's market, making a worm bin, making food, and back here. Want me to tell you a not-so-secret? I like mothering people, and although there are really sucky things about Angus being sick and about him being gone Sundays, I kinda got off (to use the figurative) on making him a day's worth of food for his trip this weekend. Every time he eats in the states, no matter what it is, he gets sick-- and he's already had a long bad run. So...
And that done, I can make a bacon-chard-kale fry-up in peace, catch up on teh internetz0rz, and then head off to make mom a compost bin for her guerilla community garden for a class project this afternoon.
I spent every cent of my bussing money on either the worm bin or the farmer's market: caught the last of the grapes, shrivelled a little from frost and so so tasty; salmon, smoked and sashimi grade coho; sushi tuna; greens; goat gouda; apple-pears; pears; quince for thanksgiving; purple potatoes for mashing; hugs from Tillie; happy.
There's a farmer's market on the 8th and 22 of November, so I'll get my huge-ass blue Hubbard squash and whatever else I need for thanksgiving then; I'm thinking a box of apples for eating and apple-cranberry sauce, a box of pears for cooking with (poached pears make me quiver), a pumpkin or two for soup and pie, and whatever else looks good (mashed potatoes, roasted root veggies...) This will be a very local thanksgiving. There'll be some orange peel, some rice (maybe wild rice from Canada if I can swing it) but it'll be more-or-less all BC produce. That is exciting.
Gaia has surprise cancer. It's all through her abdomen and chest. She just wound down over the course of a couple of days, and now she's having some trouble breathing and very little energy; she won't last long. Meanwhile Sunday is doing great. Both are eating, though, and nearly took my finger off when I offered avocado last night. Um, obviously I mean Gaia the rat rather than the mystical/ecological concept?
Also: I cannot for the life of me remember the name of this one Cowboy Junkies song, and it's driving me crazy. Can't remember any lyrics from it to look it up. Hate that.
Oh well, off to life.
