Breakfast menu

This morning I woke up from a dream about the end of all things and cleaned out the quail house. This meant moving all the cardboard from the front yard to the side yard, where I broke down the boxes and lay it down between berry bushes in the haskap and sour cherry patch) the next strip up the hill is planted this year with apples, roses, and ribes).

To do that I had to cut down a bunch of aspen suckers.

Then I shovelled the bedding out of the quail house on top of the cardboard, a nice light dusting of duck-poop-soaked straw and woodchips that hopefully aren't too much nitrogen and can age into the cardboard's carbon over the fall.

Cut aspen stems went on top of that, to keep the rain from washing the bedding downslope atop the slippery cardboard.

Then I hauled fresh woodchips into the quail house, just in time for it to recieve 9 extra roosters from a friend of mine, they'll get butchered and canned over the next month or so.

I went back around to the front and broke down some more cardboard boxes, clearing out my A-frame that had been holding them; I'll use it for my tillers and the snowblower this winter. I need to do more lasagna bedding in the front, around the burr oak, apple, and couple berries in the lawn. Bedding from the goose shed can go there.

But really all this is prep for wanting to build another shed, a feed shed, either down in the thistle patch between the muscovy shed and the chicken slaughter station or in the angle of the unsafe cabin with the wood foundation.

Instead, since my neighbour spotted a sow (bear) with two cubs in her yard, I'll probably work on apples.

Huh

I just realized I've never had a family member say they were lucky or blessed or happy to have me as part of their family. Mom and my baby brother say they love me, but no one has ever implied they're grateful.

That probably explains a lot.

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I'm back to learning again; I think the gratitude posts helped me into a re-set. I'm not good at recieving wisdom and doing self-learning at the same time, and the brief moment where I was recieving wisdom that actually applied to me (autism, PDA) put my self-learning offline for a bit. But, that's been a rare instance all my life and it's back to being.

That is to say, happiness and pain days are so far not related, I think. My body hurt a bunch most of today still, but I still got a lot done just by doing what I wanted to do, which made me happy. I had to do it through pain, but that didn't mean I didn't like the day, and I wouldn't have liked it more if I took it easy, even if my body didn't hurt while I was doing so.

I know my mileage will vary on this but it's interesting, and very useful

Devotions

Sleep
Line-dried clean sheets
A productive day
My perennial patch, things are bigger than when I planted them. This was the whole point
A place to put the snowblower for winter
Helpful dogs
This trio of unreasonably friendly cats
Dinner stuff in the freezer that just needs heating up
As much applesauce as I can can
Food as an expression of creativity
Water
Formula and trope in television, which lets my mind rest around (fictional) people in ways it never can in the real world
Fall planting
Garlic bulbs and shampoo ordered
The ability to act off-menu, and to still act
My sense of flavour/taste/texture, which is as much or more in the brain as it is in the body
The stretch I am about to do
The possibility of cleaning my bathtub for a bath
Knowing I can clean the floors whenever I want
Short-term tiny joys in the future, I guess
Family that chooses me, whatever that looks like
Riding in the truck with my music on
My it's ok playlist