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My Dude visited over the weekend (arrived Friday afternoon) and left this morning so I have a little more time to myself.
He pronounced the yurt cozy and much improved by the additional headspace; in its old configuration he couldn’t stand upright anywhere except directly under the roof ring, and not comfortably, but here he can make his way around it reasonably well. He’s six-three, so.
He also was charmed by Dolores, who put on a show for us his first night here– very actively and excitingly weaving an elaborate web all through the middle of the yurt.
Saturday night we watched a Scary Movie with Sister and her husband– it wasn’t very scary really, but it was a horror movie filmed in the farmhouse at the end of its period of being vacant, so it had some sort of creepy vistas. Mostly, we were watching for the interior shots. “Every window had shutters! Wonder where they all went!” “Oh my god the wallpaper. The wallpaper? Yikes. I don’t know if I’m glad or sad this is black and white.”
The movie was awful and not worth watching again for the architecture, though it had a few things that were neat to see. Mostly, the older section of the house had the action shots in it, and it had already begun to be restored– at least enough that the farm’s interns were living in it, so it was approximately in the configuration it is today.
The writer/director/producer, it turns out, was an RIT grad, and so is Vegetable Manager who now lives in that section of the house, so we’re going to make him watch it.
In our absence, Dolores had spun a web encompassing most of the yurt, including some attachment strands on the bed, so I peeled those off. She sulked, didn’t weave any more that night, and in the morning was gone. I see she’s taken up residence next to the door again, where I tromp through the web basically daily, so I fail to see how this is going to win her anything, but.
Currently, having spent the entire weekend boiling tomatoes on the stove, I’m 23 minutes into a 35-minute boiling-water batch of canning tomato sauce, so I figured I’d take a moment to look at the interwebs. Sorry I haven’t been around. My queue’s run out but there have been some Instagram crossposts I hope have been entertaining.
My Dude visited over the weekend (arrived Friday afternoon) and left this morning so I have a little more time to myself.
He pronounced the yurt cozy and much improved by the additional headspace; in its old configuration he couldn’t stand upright anywhere except directly under the roof ring, and not comfortably, but here he can make his way around it reasonably well. He’s six-three, so.
He also was charmed by Dolores, who put on a show for us his first night here– very actively and excitingly weaving an elaborate web all through the middle of the yurt.
Saturday night we watched a Scary Movie with Sister and her husband– it wasn’t very scary really, but it was a horror movie filmed in the farmhouse at the end of its period of being vacant, so it had some sort of creepy vistas. Mostly, we were watching for the interior shots. “Every window had shutters! Wonder where they all went!” “Oh my god the wallpaper. The wallpaper? Yikes. I don’t know if I’m glad or sad this is black and white.”
The movie was awful and not worth watching again for the architecture, though it had a few things that were neat to see. Mostly, the older section of the house had the action shots in it, and it had already begun to be restored– at least enough that the farm’s interns were living in it, so it was approximately in the configuration it is today.
The writer/director/producer, it turns out, was an RIT grad, and so is Vegetable Manager who now lives in that section of the house, so we’re going to make him watch it.
In our absence, Dolores had spun a web encompassing most of the yurt, including some attachment strands on the bed, so I peeled those off. She sulked, didn’t weave any more that night, and in the morning was gone. I see she’s taken up residence next to the door again, where I tromp through the web basically daily, so I fail to see how this is going to win her anything, but.
Currently, having spent the entire weekend boiling tomatoes on the stove, I’m 23 minutes into a 35-minute boiling-water batch of canning tomato sauce, so I figured I’d take a moment to look at the interwebs. Sorry I haven’t been around. My queue’s run out but there have been some Instagram crossposts I hope have been entertaining.
