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In case anyone didn’t know, I did write a Star Wars fic that featured Space Chicken evisceration, which is why I figured that porg thing was so Extremely On-Brand. 

(It’s from an epic about Poe Dameron’s parents and is like, halfway through this epic, so. But there’s a long scene involving Space Chickens, their guts, and their poop.)

Also I spent today helping with chicken processing, which my sister does commercially (organic, pasture-raised birds mostly to sell at the local farmer’s market and a few local restaurants)– spent about half of it eviscerating and the other half finish plucking– so If Anyone Has Any Questions about what birds and bird-like creatures are like on the inside then I Am Your Probably Too Willing informant.

(This was our last batch of the season, so– turkeys in November, and then I won’t have my hands inside a still-warm carcass until May unless something in my life goes horribly horribly wrong or amazingly well in a way I cannot at this moment forsee.)

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I don’t have a cold, I don’t think, but. Well, there’s been something in the air here, everyone’s had a runny nose. So I got that, my nose really clogged up the first night I was here.

By now, my fifth night here, I’m so congested it’s in my chest. And I was coughing a lot last night and today, and sneezing, and it’s been irritating, but.

Tonight Farmbaby came down and asked me to read her a chapter of the Boxcar Children. And I sat next to her on her bed, and started to read, and paused. It was… difficult. I was out of breath. It was hard to talk that much.

Y’all. It’s the fucking boxcar children, it’s not like I’m reading heavy philosophy or something.

I can’t goddamn breathe and it’s obnoxious as fuck. (I made it through a chapter. It was like. I’m not out of breath but sustaining an exhale long enough to read a sentence is like, mission fucking impossible. And they’re one-clause sentences here, this is a children’s book. Ugh.)

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me: let's do something productive
brain: too stressed, can't focus
me: ok, then let's do something enjoyable first
brain: can't do that either, feeling too guilty for not being productive

We unloaded everything from the yurt into the truck and from the truck into the granary attic, which

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We unloaded everything from the yurt into the truck and from the truck into the granary attic, which is a huge step up from the barn loft where it all went last year (because the granary attic was full of crap which I’ve since hoed out, omg a lot happens in a year!) and it was just a horrifying jumble, and I was feeling dreadful about it and hopeless, but I just went up there and spent about an hour and a half tidying and it looks so much better already. I feel so much better. I know where everything is and I could lay my hands on it. I can leave so much stuff here and not schlep it home and leave it in a pile and then have to find it next year and spend weeks not finding it and not get the yurt properly set up for months while I’m still trying to locate all my stuff. So I feel great about that.

We still have to move the mattress, which is just basically blocking the entrance to the room, because we hauled it up through the second-floor cargo door, but I made a little space for it, out of the bed slats and some other things, so it’ll be stored tilted so no shit can puddle on it. It’ll have tarps under it, and a tarp over it, and it’ll be out of the way, and I’ll just hope no mice chew it or poop on it. (I covered the bed slats in dryer sheets, we’ll see.) So, I just need to get someone to help me move the heavy floppy piece of crap, and remind myself it’s worth it not to sleep on an air mattress for months of the year. (It is. It’s worth it.)

And, the attic is still usable as the sewing and potpourri-making and dried-flower-arranging workshop I set it up to be. 

So, I just have to go buy a few little things, and I can finish making the new potpourri display, and then I can load it up with the new potpourri, and then I can make some dried arrangements.

Also my car now has room to take the two fleeces home. I’m going to wash them there, since I have an upright washing machine and a bunch of different types of wool-and-delicates-washing soaps. (I have a Thing about laundry ok.)

I might wash a little bit of it by hand here and have Middle-Little or Farmsister review carding with me, now that I have new carders (my Big Rhinebeck Purchase), so maybe I can get a bunch carded while I’m at home and come back with rolags ready to go so they can teach me to spin. 

Exciting. OK that’s enough sitting, off to the hardware store! I have to buy tiny bolts, nuts, and washers for the potpourri display, and also I have to stop by Tractor Supply and buy some pig castration kits. I feel very weird buying that, but it’s on this shopping list that was handed to me. … Let’s not consider it too closely.

I bought these today and… For Veterinary Use

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I bought these today and… For Veterinary Use Only. As opposed to… what exactly???????? (at Laughing Earth)

A pair of ladies showed up at 3:25 for the 4:00 fresh chicken sale. They spent like a minute and a..

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A pair of ladies showed up at 3:25 for the 4:00 fresh chicken sale.

They spent like a minute and a half backing-and-filling so that they were parked DIRECTLY IN FRONT of the door to the granary, where we sell the chickens.

The fact that then no one could get into the granary to then sell them a chicken didn’t seem to occur to them. We let them sit there ten minutes because we weren’t set up yet anyway, and then were saved from having to yell at them by the firewood delivery guy showing up and getting out of his giant truck and yelling at them because they were not only blocking the door to the building but the driveway to every possible destination on the farm as well.

They moved… directly in front of the doors to the farmstand… but since vegetable share pickup doesn’t start until 4pm we figure there’s a while before that’ll become a problem.

(No I’m kidding, my sister went out and sold them a goddamn chicken so they would fucking move their fucking car, because 100 people have to get in and out of here starting at 4pm and frankly we don’t need their shit.)

It’s now 3:45 and everyone else is showing up.

It’s not like we sell out of chicken. It’s not like the vegetables run out. It is an open thing, come between 4 and 7 pm. You don’t have to line up. There’s not really waiting. And it’s counted out so nothing will run out.

Sister has sent out about five emails over the course of the May-Oct season, saying “please don’t show up early for pickup, we have to set up and we don’t have the staffing to wait on you outside of designated pickup hours,” and that usually cuts it back for a few pickups but. Oh my gosh. People lose their minds over fresh chicken.

I guess we’re glad about that, but for real, guys, 4pm. Really 4pm.

And there are real actual parking spaces all over the place. You don’t have to block any doors or driveways, even!

But we’ll let the firewood guy take care of that for now…

"The class which benefited most from fascist rule was the layer of big industrialists. They gained..

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“The class which benefited most from fascist rule was the layer of big industrialists. They gained from the privatisation of the insurance sector, the telephone service, the match monopoly and the municipal power companies. The capital tax was abolished, as was inheritance tax, the tax on war profits and the taxes on managers and directors. The government intervened time and again to save failing companies, especially the commercial banks, many of whom were threatened with collapse in 1929–31. Between 1934 and 1938, war industries benefited from 36 billion lire of extraordinary expenses. Meanwhile, the Confederation of Industry was left intact in all its power. Even the department stores, which had been one of the chief targets of the rhetorical anti-capitalism of the fascists before 1922, were allowed to prosper with state encouragement. As Mussolini told the Senate in 1934, ‘The corporative economy respects the principles of private property. Private property completes the human personality.‘”
- Fascism: Theory and Practice by Dave Renton (via kuanios)

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My baby egg chicks are growing up! Look at all the feathers they have. Some of them are pretty goofy-looking but most of them are beautiful. (at Laughing Earth)

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Trans women sometimes get an orchiectomy. It means…

Oh! I get that there are totally reasons that someone might have a similar procedure done! 

Absolutely no disrespect intended, and I don’t mean to be like, “ew what a gross idea!” or anything icky like that– I absolutely am sorry if it came across that way at all to anyone. There absolutely are all kinds of procedures a human could undergo for all kinds of reasons and I’m not grossed-out or intending to mock anyone who does.

I just mean. Who is going to do that… to themselves, at home, with a scalpel set they bought for $6 at Tractor Supply– – – and here’s the punchline, because I can imagine someone having the desperation/determination/guts to do that– who is going to do that that would be prevented from doing it by a disclaimer on the scalpel package. “Oh, I was gonna do it myself with these, but they say veterinary use only, so I guess I’d better re-evaluate my plan!”

Like. That’s where I was going with that.

notbecauseofvictories replied to your photo “I bought these today and… For Veterinary Use Only. As opposed to… what…”

I’m sorry but “recreational use” was the first thing that popped into my head.

Right? Right? That was kind of where I was going with that. 

To be not funny for a moment and kind of spoil the joke: there was also a package of scalpels that did not mention castrating and also had the same disclaimer and that made a lot more sense to me. So it’s probably because of that; they’re scalpels not intended for use on humans because if they were there’d be different laws governing their sale, just like the antibiotics in the fridge next to them. 

But again, I can’t imagine a surgeon buying scalpels at Tractor Supply??? ??? ???