Activity Menu

Bottle mead
Rack mead
Dig fruit out of the freezer to start mead/fruit wine
Start kit wine
Plant (napa cabbage, diakon, brassica mix, late heading cabbage, lettuce mix, late peas, salsify)
Plant (peppers into pots)
Rescue tiny ducklings and switch them into the quail house; turn bigger ducklings out
Couch/storange thing (Put shelf-stuff into dairy crates, Put shelves into storage container, Take couch out of storage container and put into basement, Put dairy crates on shelves)
Cut thistles
Make soap
Get mail
Get wood glue and glue dresser drawer?
Plant roses?
Get string trimmer ("motor scythe") working
Look longingly at actual scythe page
Make salt pork
Make momofuku soy eggs

Devotions

PDA would like to announce we won't be doing hard categories. Still, I'm going to do these in the evenings, whatever they look like.

Today mom and I did a tremendous amount of packing and organizing my basement, moving things into the shipping container, getting distracted halfway through to take garbage to the dump, going to pick up feed, getting distracted from unloading the feed by cleaning out the enclosed trailer and power washing it, and then finally unloading feed. Later this weekened we'll hopefully get the couch into the downstairs. This is a tremendous amount of progress towards getting stuff more useable, which I guess is always an iterative process, and I'm grateful for mom's help and for the way her presence will linger whenever I use the new space. Too, I'm excited and anticipatory towards having a couch downstairs in front of the fireplace; previously I've just sat on the floor. The kinds of things I miss in people, being able to look far forward months and years ahead towards known wuantities: I get those from Threshold. I'll sit on the couch this winter and watch the woodstove and pet the dogs and maybe even fall asleep there. I mean, life happens, but that kind of commitment isn't something any person is willing to offer me now and the fact that I have this same home who loves me means especially a lot in that context.

My past self, who made grape applesauce, was a genius and I love my grape applesauce. The apples are swelling on the trees again.

I have enough of a base tan that being outside all day didn't burn me. Thank goodness.

My baby ducklets are very cute. The next cohort seems to be beginning to hatch out now, that'll be the 4th. The 2nd cohort, mothered by the snowblower duck line, are especially good foragers and those mama ducks are ferocious protectors. I'm lucky they came into my life (in the super weird way they did, which, it's a story I'll tell later)

A year with rain and heat, my garden is pleased. The corn is straining at the floating row cover, I'd let it free but underplanted with gaspe later and it's not quite big enough to be on its own yet. But. It will be soon.

Whiskey has been very, very snuggly and though that's hard for me sometime it's good to feel loved.

This time of year is so good. It's not light out forever but the days are still long, it's warm, things grow so fast. The garden is full of promise.

I made a pulled pork that wasn't too sweet. Secret ingredients: rhubarb, and Josh's dry rub. Really tasty.

Tomorrow I signed myself up for a medicine bag workshop and I'm looking forward to the ambient social of it.

I have enough people coming through in the next few months that I suspect I'll enjoy my solitude a lot when I get it, and I also enjoy the (wide range) of people.

Bed will feel very good tonight after unloading a literal ton of feed and unfortuately handling most bags a couple ties each in the process, powerwashing, carrying who knows what all day...