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Monday I discovered that I cannot get a replacement drivers’ license here, I don’t have any identification to prove who I am so I can’t do it. But I went to the police and they were able to give me a form to prove my license has been stolen, which I can give to the DMV and they’ll waive my replacement fee. So that’s a start. I spent the rest of the day cooking, babysitting, and hauling gravel, and went to bed exhausted. (We have a project, Farmsister and I, where we’re scooping buckets full of gravel out of the stream bed, where it washes up naturally, and dumping them into the standing mud puddles in the driveway and farm roadways, a couple at a time. While Farmbaby spent an hour and a half playing in the creek, I scooped eight buckets of gravel and put them all on the mud mire right outside the barn door where I clean the floor of the slaughter room all the time, because most of the mess is what people track in on their boots.)
Yesterday I drove kind of a big truck an hour and a half each way to get a pallet of organic potting mix. I got lowkey holla’d at by the warehouse staff, which was mostly amusing because I didn’t figure out what was going on. (I was wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt over a bulky denim vest, and chore boots; he complimented my hair. I think I can be forgiven not knowing instantly what was up.) About 45 minutes into the return journey, my GPS lost signal, blurted “turn.. right” and then wouldn’t reconnect. I had to keep driving until I could find a signal, whereupon of course it had to recalculate the route. I told it no tollways, but it still dumped me onto the Thruway and sent me almost as far out of my way as it was possible to go so that I would have to give the Thruway Authority money. Very annoying.
I have learned a lot about Columbia and southern Rennselaer counties. Namely, the roads are twisty as fuck.
Got back and went to work in the greenhouse, where I potted up (i.e. they’d been free-seeded in an open flat and now the individual sprouts got their own homes in those little plastic cell-type pots) some little baby shasta daisy plants and some dusty miller, and seeded some flats of kale and lettuce and dill, and shot the shit with a new employee this season who is a native of Manhattan and even though in my head she’s about my age, a couple of cultural references have made it increasingly clear that she’s got to be at least a dozen years younger than I am, probably even younger, so that’s a bit disorienting. (I walked in at lunchtime to a discussion of Ghostbusters, which made it clear that neither New Girl nor the Assistant Livestock Manager, another woman in her early twenties, had seen the original movies or knew there had been cartoons. What.)
Although the first conversation happening when I came in, I heard the name Robert Moses, and I yanked my boots off and stuck my head in the door and yelled I’ll fight that old bastard’s ghost, which apparently went well with the point New Girl had been trying to make about him and New York, so.
Anyway. After dinner I took a shower, went into my bedroom to comb out my hair, looked at my computer, it was like 8pm, my eyes got heavy so I put my head down for just a minute, and then suddenly it was three hours later and I figured I should just go to bed. I though I’d wake up at 1 in the morning, and I did briefly, but then I rolled over and slept until 6, so. I guess I needed it.
I do feel better. We’ll see how today goes. Anyway safe to say I’m in the swing of things here and not much online. @ me if there’s anything I should know, I’ll be delighted to get back to it later. (Sometimes the worst part of not being around online is that people stop talking to you!)
I have a Lost Kings update that I just need, like, ten minutes to proofread… then it’ll be up… I just don’t really have ten minutes of awakeness in me. Maybe tonight.
Monday I discovered that I cannot get a replacement drivers’ license here, I don’t have any identification to prove who I am so I can’t do it. But I went to the police and they were able to give me a form to prove my license has been stolen, which I can give to the DMV and they’ll waive my replacement fee. So that’s a start. I spent the rest of the day cooking, babysitting, and hauling gravel, and went to bed exhausted. (We have a project, Farmsister and I, where we’re scooping buckets full of gravel out of the stream bed, where it washes up naturally, and dumping them into the standing mud puddles in the driveway and farm roadways, a couple at a time. While Farmbaby spent an hour and a half playing in the creek, I scooped eight buckets of gravel and put them all on the mud mire right outside the barn door where I clean the floor of the slaughter room all the time, because most of the mess is what people track in on their boots.)
Yesterday I drove kind of a big truck an hour and a half each way to get a pallet of organic potting mix. I got lowkey holla’d at by the warehouse staff, which was mostly amusing because I didn’t figure out what was going on. (I was wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt over a bulky denim vest, and chore boots; he complimented my hair. I think I can be forgiven not knowing instantly what was up.) About 45 minutes into the return journey, my GPS lost signal, blurted “turn.. right” and then wouldn’t reconnect. I had to keep driving until I could find a signal, whereupon of course it had to recalculate the route. I told it no tollways, but it still dumped me onto the Thruway and sent me almost as far out of my way as it was possible to go so that I would have to give the Thruway Authority money. Very annoying.
I have learned a lot about Columbia and southern Rennselaer counties. Namely, the roads are twisty as fuck.
Got back and went to work in the greenhouse, where I potted up (i.e. they’d been free-seeded in an open flat and now the individual sprouts got their own homes in those little plastic cell-type pots) some little baby shasta daisy plants and some dusty miller, and seeded some flats of kale and lettuce and dill, and shot the shit with a new employee this season who is a native of Manhattan and even though in my head she’s about my age, a couple of cultural references have made it increasingly clear that she’s got to be at least a dozen years younger than I am, probably even younger, so that’s a bit disorienting. (I walked in at lunchtime to a discussion of Ghostbusters, which made it clear that neither New Girl nor the Assistant Livestock Manager, another woman in her early twenties, had seen the original movies or knew there had been cartoons. What.)
Although the first conversation happening when I came in, I heard the name Robert Moses, and I yanked my boots off and stuck my head in the door and yelled I’ll fight that old bastard’s ghost, which apparently went well with the point New Girl had been trying to make about him and New York, so.
Anyway. After dinner I took a shower, went into my bedroom to comb out my hair, looked at my computer, it was like 8pm, my eyes got heavy so I put my head down for just a minute, and then suddenly it was three hours later and I figured I should just go to bed. I though I’d wake up at 1 in the morning, and I did briefly, but then I rolled over and slept until 6, so. I guess I needed it.
I do feel better. We’ll see how today goes. Anyway safe to say I’m in the swing of things here and not much online. @ me if there’s anything I should know, I’ll be delighted to get back to it later. (Sometimes the worst part of not being around online is that people stop talking to you!)
I have a Lost Kings update that I just need, like, ten minutes to proofread… then it’ll be up… I just don’t really have ten minutes of awakeness in me. Maybe tonight.
