Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
In other, non-alcoholic news, we had a baby hurricane blow through here yesterday afternoon that did some damage. There were limbs down in the yard, limbs across the driveway, literally half the Bradford Pear tree in the lambs' pasture blew over, a whole walnut tree in the hollow cracked at the base and fell, and the walnut tree right next to the chicken coop actually ripped up at the roots and fell on the sheep shed in the pasture.
Don't worry. The sheep are okay.However! By some absolute MIRACLE, nothing fell on the numerous power lines and we didn't lose power once. This shed that A. built is actually supporting the weight of the entire tree, so I think he can be proud of his building skill. Only part of the cinderblock wall in the chicken coop was wrecked, so the coop is still standing. The branches hanging over the opening to the shed form a nice leafy bower for the sheep, who will no doubt enjoy eating the leaves on the branches they can reach. None of the animals were hurt, although the chickens were, understandably, quite upset, and squawked their disapproval in no uncertain terms.
Unfortunately, the sole chainsaw operator won't be home for another week and a half, leaving me to drag away as many of the branches as I can and leave the big boys for his return.
Wait, did I say this was non-alcoholic news? Scratch that. I think I need a drink.* In which only a few of you participated--I'm disappointed in the rest of you. I hope you can live with that.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
So, it's time to guess! If you were reading this site last year, you will have to search your memory to recall what I was dealing with in vast quantities at this time last year. If you weren't reading this site last year, you will have obviously read through all the archives (RIGHT?), so you should have no problem with this. And NO FAIR just reading the archives now to find the answer.
Here, I'll give you a few hints:
1) They stain my cuticles black.
2) They can be used to make bat cheese.
3) The end product is the key ingredient in a cocktail of my own invention.
So, what is the mystery food, duckies?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A. left this morning for a two-week trip out west, and I dropped him off at the airport. You know the reverse calculations that occur when you're trying to figure out what time you have to be at the airport, what time you have to leave home, etc.? Yeah, for A.'s flight this morning, that went like this, "Okay, the flight leaves at 6:55 a.m. So assuming he should be at the airport an hour early, that means at the airport at 6 a.m. The airport is an hour and a half away, so we have to leave at 4:30 a.m. And THAT means we have to get up at . . . oh, shit. 3:30. In the morning. This is gonna hurt."
And it did.
A. was annoyingly chipper and cheery while we were sitting at the kitchen table, him eating breakfast, me slumping in my chair and glaring at him while he made jokes. He asked why I was so grumpy. I said because it's FOUR IN THE MORNING, YOU INSANE PERSON.
It was still dark when we left the house. It didn't get fully light until about 5 a.m. I know, because at that point I was slumped in the passenger seat of the car, glaring out the window at the sun. There was a lot of slumping and glaring this morning.
I made it home by a little after 7 a.m., in desperate need of food and a bathroom, both of which I have secured. Now it's 7:30 a.m., and I feel like my day should already be over. Only 12 more hours until I can go to bed . . .
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Mysteriously silhouetted against the shining waters . . .
And preparing for a picnic with the shepherd.
Monday, June 22, 2009
The reason we were so amused is that the description of the hobbits could have been a description of me. According to the movie, hobbits:
1) Are small--Yes. I mean, I'm not really hobbit-sized, of course. But compared to A., who is almost a foot taller than I am and significantly larger in all other respects, I can feel hobbit-sized.
2) Like to grow things--I think no one will argue that this description applies to me. Obviously.
3) Crave peace and quiet--Lord, yes. Not that I always get it. Stupid sheep.
4) Live to eat--Just ask A. what happens when I don't eat every three hours or so. It gets real ugly, real fast.
Also, in the movie it's the hobbits who can carry the ring without succumbing to its evil influence. Unlike the nasty, easily corrupted race of Men. So I think we can add to that list . . .
5) Are pure of spirit--As everybody knows, I'm practically a saint. For real.
ALSO also, we noticed that all the hobbits have curly hair. As do I.
I mentioned these striking similarities to the MiL, who immediately remarked that I don't have hairy feet like hobbits. Fair point. And I can't say I'm sorry about that.
In conclusion, at the first opportunity I will be leaving this World of Men I mistakenly ended up in and journeying to The Shire to live among my people. Where we will grow things and eat and live in peace.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
A. didn't put them on the beach because it rained ALL DAY LONG. And not just sprinkling on and off, but a steady, heavy rain from about 11 a.m. on. It was not a good beach-going day. This resulted in a most unusual situation: all three of us were in the house all day. This never happens. And by the end of the day, we were all getting a little stir-crazy.
So. The end result of all of this is that the sheep stayed up in the pasture in their nice dry shed, and we stayed in our nice dry house, and there were no adventures with the sheep on the beach.
On the upside, A. is making french toast at this very moment, and it's not actively raining right now, so I guess there's hope for today.