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neolithicsheep:

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jabberwockypie:

findingfeather:

kawuli:

kbkarma:

findingfeather:

findingfeather:

Author Ursula Vernon has a friend currently staying with her.

Ursula and Kevin reply:

This is still one of the best Internet Sitcoms around at the moment. You’re welcome.

Addition:

The friend is not just staying with Ursula and Kevin. Before the tweets above, she swore fealty to Ursula.

So, had her cat caused harm to her friend, Ursula may have had to… I don’t know, go to war against the cat for its transgressions?

Wait but if it’s Ursula’s cat and it injures Ursula’s vassal how does that work? Is this like how if your Welsh slave kills someone you owe extra weregild?

It would really depend on Sergei’s status viz everyone else, and who Sergei recognizes as an overlord.

Do cats generally recognize overlords?

Oh just in general though if you are on Twitter ever, you should follow these two– they have hilarious back and forths but also do antiracist protests and jail support actions and the like, and neolithicsheep just moved into a shed on tkingfisher‘s (that’s Ursula) back lot with all her livestock and it is absolutely riveting and you never know what is going to happen. Also I believe there’s merch about antifascist oxen somewhere in there. Not to be missed. It’s basically the only reason I can stand to check Twitter anymore. 

Thank you for the kind words! The antifascist oxen thing (which you can indeed get as merch here: https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/6539876-antifascist-oxen?store_id=61092) happened because as it turns out the Board of County Commissioners in Chatham County *doesn’t understand shitposting*.

See, there was a Confederate statue in front of the historic Chatham County Courthouse (it’s gone now! Yay!) and Twitter being Twitter a bunch of us were talking about how to get rid of it. I tweeted “If someone has a long enough chain I can bring in oxen, people will be so confused by the oxen it will give me time to get it down.”

And then, NO SHIT, the Chair of the Chatham County Board of County Commissioners USED THE TWEET IN AN AFFIDAVIT to prove to the court in a lawsuit by the United Daughters of the Confederacy that the statue was legitimately under threat if it remained in place.

Because I might somehow manage to get a team of oxen into downtown Pittsboro and take down the statue without anyone noticing and doing something about it, like arresting me and impounding my oxen.

I am very proud because it’s my first appearance in a court filing, and also very disappointed that no one deposed me over that tweet because pulling the statue down with a team of oxen would have been impossible due to the angle of draft. I wanted to explain shitposting in court.

I saw Ursula’s tweet as the statue came down! I was so excited I screenshotted it and sent it to a bunch of non-Twitter friends! Congratulations!!! I keep meaning to subscribe to your Patreon but it is Turkey Week and the attention span is brief. This made me remember to actually look it up and do it, though.

I was sort of following along with the antifascist oxen thing but did not realize all of the details. What a hell of a thing. But I want to know how many times shitposting has had to be explained in various courts due to the uhhhh current events in general of late. 

ailing parents update

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this is exactly what i worry about with my mum, there are only 2 of us and I live in another country.

Exactly! *wrings hands* I feel you.

Fortunately, Dad is much recovered today, and got my mother the 50lb bag of birdseed she wanted. She says she’s slowly improving, and can get around a bit. 

I was going to go over to see her today and she said no, come tomorrow, so I’m coming tomorrow to bake things for slaughter day. The awkward thing is that since I was here, my sister had free time and did the baking herself. But like. Redundant baked goods are fine. I want an excuse to be in Mom and Dad’s house and make sure they’re really okay without hovering. Mom was just so cranky and impatient the other day– I mean, she acted fine, of course, I could just tell she was upset, and if I’d had something I was there doing, instead of hovering anxiously, it would have been better. And I think that’ll be something my sisters and I will have to come up with, in future years– some sort of routine where we can check on our parents but not obviously be checking on them. Well, they’re smart, they’ll know that’s what we’re doing, but if we can make it be part of some other routine, it’ll go over easier. Anyway. They’re apparently well enough to have Farmkid over for the long-planned sleepover tomorrow night; maybe I’ll time my visit to sort of coincide with that handoff, somehow. I still don’t know how we’ll do the handoff of Mom’s car, but I’m sure it will be discussed. I do have some errands to run, so it won’t have been futile that I borrowed it.

I’m so glad they both seem to be doing better. I’m going to change the subject now and prattle on about 1) what I did today (mostly uninteresting) and 2) a brief summary of the discussions we’ve been having about the tiny house. Oh! Earlier there was a post with a link to an Instagram posting I did– there are ten photos at the Instagram post if you follow that link, and it’s a little mini-tour of the intern cabin, which is the existing tiny house that’s already on the farm. It’s super minimal and basic and I’d love to improve it slightly but it’s not my business really– but if we’re doing construction on a tiny house for me, it might spark interest in the interns to take on an improvement project at the tiny house. The idea of the apprenticeship is that the curriculum is mostly driven by the farm’s needs but there’s always meant to be a component where the apprentice themself can choose additional things to study, and past interns have taken on minor construction projects or additional gardening projects or whatever, but the last two years we’ve had just… sort of blah apprentices in that respect; the previous year they left early so there was no time for it, and this past year they just sort of shrugged and were like nah we don’t want to study anything else. !!! Come on! Anyhow. It’s interesting, and gives me some insight into what I do and don’t want, in a tiny house of my own. 

Today I put Farmkid onto the bus and then really deep-cleaned the slaughterhouse. The snack table had mouse droppings on it, so I included it in my rotation– scrubbed and bleached it and everything on it. It doesn’t have to be that clean, ostensibly, but I’ve noticed that people treat it like it was a clean indoor table when it really isn’t, I stuck a grungy vinyl tablecloth onto it because it’s an old beat-up door on a pair of sawhorses and the wood is cracked and had feathers stuck in the cracks from when it was used as a turkey pluck table many years ago and it was uncleanable and disgusting. But the tablecloth makes people assume it’s food-safe, and they set food down on it and then pick it back up and eat that food, and like! that’s a grungy tablecloth I briefly used as a roof tarp, don’t eat off that!! but then I was like, or I could clean it, so I did. 

The rest of the slaughterhouse is like a goddamn operating theater, if I do say so myself, so. I mean, I deep-cleaned that sucker. So, good for me. 

Then I made dried flower arrangements until my hands were numb, then it was lunch, then I went back out and made more dried flower arrangements. I realized I’ve done every single one this season so far. Good for me; they sell for ten bucks a pop and I’ve made approximately sixty of them and we’ve sold half of that, and we have enough flowers to make a hundred more. (Obligatory plug: consider dried arrangements instead of fresh for your holiday centerpiece! The flowers don’t have to be grown in a hothouse or flown in from halfway across the world, and as a bonus, they last for years and you can dust them with a hairdryer. End obligatory plug.)

I paused, and took a walk. I went to the burnt yurt site, and took some measurements and photos. I have approximately 16′x40′ of quite level ground that I could do minimal clearing (as in… pruners, not a chainsaw) to use, and it wouldn’t infringe on any other thing the site is used for. (Tractor equipment gets stored there, but it’s usually stored right by the road. We could be more organized about it and save some room, but also, there’s a ton of space that just doesn’t get used, so.) It’d even be a net benefit; there’s a smattering of junk and then junk trees like sumac have grown through the junk and it’s all waste and vermin-harboring clutter, and I’d clear it up and keep it nice so we’d have more effective square footage regardless of what I built.

Then I went up to the intern cabin and looked at it. The dog came with me, and she was So Anxious the whole time. I got her to come in the door with me but she Freaked Out and wouldn’t stay. She’s been needy lately. You can see her in the Instagram post– the shot of the stairwell has her Concerned face at the bottom looking woefully in the door at me. 

It would be simplicity itself to put a water catchment system on that cabin, and then there’d be no need to haul water out by hand for drinking and dishes. You could maybe even get enough for bathing, though I don’t think the site gets enough sun for a solar shower. And to make a little grey water sink drain so at least you don’t have to carry the dirty dishwater outside by hand… there’s actually a two-bay porcelain sink leaning against the wall out there not being used for anything, and it’s tragic.

Anyhow. So I’ve been discussing the potential tiny house yurt replacement with various folks. I brought up my idea that it needs to have decorative chicken feet like Baba Yaga’s hut, and BIL took that and ran with it and said the whole thing needs to look like a witch’s cabin. Which is one thousand percent my aesthetic and what I was hoping for.

Anyway that led to him searching for witch cabins on Pinterest, and that was great.

I’ve wittered on long enough for now and I’m definitely going to come back to this but in the meantime, I am going to go to sleep and dream of creepy witch cabins in the woods.