Swamp or bog
Apr. 27th, 2020 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormI definitely feel like I'm getting sucked down. I'm keeping my head above water when there's no extra stress, and then get sucked down into dysfunctionality when anything extra pops up. For instance, I had to corral a whole bunch of pigs the other day and sell/trade them, and that was definitely stressful enough that I couldn't function well. Likewise with deadlines at work.
On the other hand, I do have functional days and I am getting things done. As per the last to-do list I've got the ancona ducks separated, got the boars traded and the piglets sent off, got hay, took the winter pile of garbage out, tidied up the yard a little, eaten a bunch of meals, and arranged a food date on Monday.
There's always more to do: the garden and fencing needs to happen real soon now, for instance. I could do with getting more hay since I found a good supplier. I need to pot up my transplants and to do that I need to set up another shelf. I need to have more conversations with Tucker.
Yesterday I noticed the ducks are escaping to eat bits in the neighbour's lagoon during the day. There's a lot of water down there right now; my own pond is brimfull. I worry about it because the dogs can't protect them out there -- I need to fix that fence so they can't leave -- but they're realy good at foraging, and they come home very full of food in the evening.
A week since snow is off the garden and rhubarb, comfrey, stinging nettles, chives, lovage, a tiny bit of mint, and some raspberries are coming up. It will be good to be eating green things again. I think the raspberries may have got overenthusiastic last year, I think they've sent out a solid wall of runners for a couple feet. That means I can transplant them up somewhere else, yay!
I'd forgotten how hard it is to deal with the "other" grain guy -- he makes grain pickups easy and loads my trailer -- now that Ron's trailer is gone I can't self-load at the original place, and this guy puts peas in which are better for the pigs, but he also doesn't believe in global warming because God wouldn't have put oil in the ground if it could harm us, and covid is just the flu and all those grandmas were going to die anyway and US-style health care is better because it's only $50/month and there are no waits for things. Hard. I wonder if there's a third guy in town? I should ask around.
And finally I need to do some thinking on what my risk tolerance is around covid. Because my network is so small and I feel so responsible for folks' touch and well-being, it's super hard for me to exclude someone after they've done something that exceeds my risk tolerance. So it's better if I have some fairly easily-stated boundaries to begin with. And, oof, Avi is definitely more cavalier in some ways than I like.
On to work now. It's definitely time to take out my bicycle: snow's all gone, ice is getting puddles on top of it on the lake and the bets for when it will breakup are happening. I hope the tyres still hold air.
On the other hand, I do have functional days and I am getting things done. As per the last to-do list I've got the ancona ducks separated, got the boars traded and the piglets sent off, got hay, took the winter pile of garbage out, tidied up the yard a little, eaten a bunch of meals, and arranged a food date on Monday.
There's always more to do: the garden and fencing needs to happen real soon now, for instance. I could do with getting more hay since I found a good supplier. I need to pot up my transplants and to do that I need to set up another shelf. I need to have more conversations with Tucker.
Yesterday I noticed the ducks are escaping to eat bits in the neighbour's lagoon during the day. There's a lot of water down there right now; my own pond is brimfull. I worry about it because the dogs can't protect them out there -- I need to fix that fence so they can't leave -- but they're realy good at foraging, and they come home very full of food in the evening.
A week since snow is off the garden and rhubarb, comfrey, stinging nettles, chives, lovage, a tiny bit of mint, and some raspberries are coming up. It will be good to be eating green things again. I think the raspberries may have got overenthusiastic last year, I think they've sent out a solid wall of runners for a couple feet. That means I can transplant them up somewhere else, yay!
I'd forgotten how hard it is to deal with the "other" grain guy -- he makes grain pickups easy and loads my trailer -- now that Ron's trailer is gone I can't self-load at the original place, and this guy puts peas in which are better for the pigs, but he also doesn't believe in global warming because God wouldn't have put oil in the ground if it could harm us, and covid is just the flu and all those grandmas were going to die anyway and US-style health care is better because it's only $50/month and there are no waits for things. Hard. I wonder if there's a third guy in town? I should ask around.
And finally I need to do some thinking on what my risk tolerance is around covid. Because my network is so small and I feel so responsible for folks' touch and well-being, it's super hard for me to exclude someone after they've done something that exceeds my risk tolerance. So it's better if I have some fairly easily-stated boundaries to begin with. And, oof, Avi is definitely more cavalier in some ways than I like.
On to work now. It's definitely time to take out my bicycle: snow's all gone, ice is getting puddles on top of it on the lake and the bets for when it will breakup are happening. I hope the tyres still hold air.
