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Despite it being record-breakingly hot this weekend i’ve actually been productive.
Yesterday we went to the farmer’s market, then to Albany to attend the Keep Families Together protest, then to the co-op grocery store in Albany, and then to a Jo-Ann’s in Albany. We don’t cross the river much so when we do we really cram it in.
I was on the verge of tears the whole time at the protest, I don’t know why, it was awkward.
The woman who introduced Farmsister to her husband was in town, and she was the one who’d requested we stop by the protest, but Farmsister of course knew like ten different people there and had to go around to talk to them all. I just stood there and was a little overwhelmed at how angry I was about all of it. It’s hard to think directly about it, you know? Anyway I clapped and chanted a bunch, but we hadn’t brought signs.
Jo-Ann’s was a shitshow, I’d ordered stuff online and then they didnt’ have it but didn’t tell me, so I spent half an hour chasing around the store while they tried to find me replacements, and then the lady had to re-ring it and like… half the stuff wasn’t able to get substitutions and yet the total was nearly the same as it had initially been? So that was bullshit? So I told her that and she was like wait let me re-ring it one more time! and meanwhile Farmsister’s in her car with the engine on outside and it’s 93 degrees and Farmbaby has fallen asleep and and and anyway.
I came home with about half the stuff I needed, as cheap as the lady would possibly sell it to me, I really tried to walk a fine line between I’m A Cranky Bitch and Well Why Don’t You Just Walk All Over Me Then, and I don’t know if I made it but I honestly won’t go back to that store for sheer reasons of geography so it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have selected that one for pickup except that I knew we’d be over there for the co-op anyway.
So I can’t do the one big project I really wanted to do. But I can do some other things.
We spent some time sitting in the creek after that, which is not cold and smells of algae but it’s colder than the air so we’ll take it. (it was significantly colder yesterday than today.)
So this morning I got up and got straight to work, and sewed a big banner I’d already cut out but had needed some notions to complete. I then painted the banner with latex primer, and I’ll hand-letter it, mm, probably tomorrow.
I also had knocked out a bunch of labels for the different plants in the picking garden on Friday night and Saturday morning, so that’s a nice stack of accomplishments.
I also sewed a cute little “Welcome” pennant banner (you know the kind, with the triangles on a string?) that I’d cut out months ago, and painted, and never finished. That took quite some time today but it’s done now, except to tack the pennants to the string so they don’t shift around on it. It was for an event in April but I missed that, clearly, so it’ll be decoration for an event in August instead. Good enough!
Everyone else went to the beach and I decided to stay home, and work on the projects i had all messily spread out. In the midst of this, Veggie Manager came over and asked if i wanted to cut his hair for him.
So I did; his hair’s about three years of growth long, so I just cut it off in big handfuls, and then helped him run a set of clippers over it. It was kind of fun and kind of weird, I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before. He was just tired of it in the heat, so.
(I said, “Now it’s short, you have to style it,” and he said, “that’s hilarious.”)
Farmkid went down to the creek first thing in the morning with her mother, then went to the beach, then went down to the creek again with me just before dinner, and Veg Manager came along and did some adventuring with us, which was fun. He was around a lot this weekend, I do enjoy his company.
(I asked him how much trouble I would get in if I bought RoundUp and sprayed the poison ivy next to the yurt. He said, “if you don’t tell anybody, none,” which seemed like a sensible answer. I don’t think I really will, I’d hate to spoil their organic-ness. But there really really isn’t any other way to deal with poison ivy, you can’t burn it and none of the organic-approved stuff will touch it. It’s hand-weeding only and you can really only do that pretty early in the season. So I’m really considering it, but what’s holding me back is that someone’s bound to notice if all the poison ivy suddenly spontaneously and flamboyantly dies. Most of it’s out of view from the main areas but there’s some that’s pretty obvious from the POV of the greenhouse.) (Maybe I’ll just do a little of it, and keep the weedkiller bottle behind the yurt, and see what it winds up looking like. If it dies inconspicuously, I might go on…) (For serious though, the organic certification is really about the fields, and this is very markedly not the fields, but rather the areas where I would very much like to not get fucking contact dermatitis while I’m stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night thanks very much.)
I also bought a shitload of Deet because the mosquitoes are fucking relentless. But that’s not contraindicated at all by organic farming standards as long as it’s myself I’m spraying it on and not the crops, y’know?
At the moment I’m killing time and waiting for the temperature to drop below 90 so I can go around and clean up my various crafting-related messes. I have a thousand yards of fabric out on the line, and the banner I primed, and the little banner I finished and sprayed with Camp-Dri, and the sewing machine and serger are next to one another on the kitchen table so I need to put those away so we can have breakfast, and it’s just so beastly hot I can’t bear the movement necessary to handle them, and i can’t go out to the yurt and go to sleep until i’ve cleaned up, so I just have to sit here and not move.
Meanwhile upstairs it’s incredibly hot in the bedrooms and they’re trying to get Farmkid to go to sleep and she’s just messing around and messing around and thumping and dropping things and not staying in bed and it’s maddening, but not my problem.
I’m super glad I’m not in Buffalo because the weather there sucks too and our office air conditioning is fucking useless, and I’m sad because I’m going back to Buffalo at the end of the week and I don’t want to leave, I do so much here and feel so good about it, and I don’t want the spiders and mice and wasps and ants to move back into the yurt, but. But. I’m starting to get sort of weird because I miss Dude so much, and also I could really use some, you know, uh, personal contact, I’m starting to just get weird about it in inexplicable ways. (I just get real weird when i’m sex-starved, I have no idea how to explain it, but I think mostly I’ve been keeping it under wraps ok… I just feel like at some point I’m gonna say something really off-the-wall and really weird everyone out. Not even something inappropriate, just something really bizarre. IDK, I hadn’t really realized how grounding that kind of thing is for me.) (Not that anyone in their right mind can actually get it on in this kind of heat. Dude and I have a Pinky Snuggling Protocol for when it’s over 90. It is exactly that, we don’t even link pinkies we just sort of press them to one another, and even then he’s like “ugh get off me it’s too hot”.)
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Despite it being record-breakingly hot this weekend i’ve actually been productive.
Yesterday we went to the farmer’s market, then to Albany to attend the Keep Families Together protest, then to the co-op grocery store in Albany, and then to a Jo-Ann’s in Albany. We don’t cross the river much so when we do we really cram it in.
I was on the verge of tears the whole time at the protest, I don’t know why, it was awkward.
The woman who introduced Farmsister to her husband was in town, and she was the one who’d requested we stop by the protest, but Farmsister of course knew like ten different people there and had to go around to talk to them all. I just stood there and was a little overwhelmed at how angry I was about all of it. It’s hard to think directly about it, you know? Anyway I clapped and chanted a bunch, but we hadn’t brought signs.
Jo-Ann’s was a shitshow, I’d ordered stuff online and then they didnt’ have it but didn’t tell me, so I spent half an hour chasing around the store while they tried to find me replacements, and then the lady had to re-ring it and like… half the stuff wasn’t able to get substitutions and yet the total was nearly the same as it had initially been? So that was bullshit? So I told her that and she was like wait let me re-ring it one more time! and meanwhile Farmsister’s in her car with the engine on outside and it’s 93 degrees and Farmbaby has fallen asleep and and and anyway.
I came home with about half the stuff I needed, as cheap as the lady would possibly sell it to me, I really tried to walk a fine line between I’m A Cranky Bitch and Well Why Don’t You Just Walk All Over Me Then, and I don’t know if I made it but I honestly won’t go back to that store for sheer reasons of geography so it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have selected that one for pickup except that I knew we’d be over there for the co-op anyway.
So I can’t do the one big project I really wanted to do. But I can do some other things.
We spent some time sitting in the creek after that, which is not cold and smells of algae but it’s colder than the air so we’ll take it. (it was significantly colder yesterday than today.)
So this morning I got up and got straight to work, and sewed a big banner I’d already cut out but had needed some notions to complete. I then painted the banner with latex primer, and I’ll hand-letter it, mm, probably tomorrow.
I also had knocked out a bunch of labels for the different plants in the picking garden on Friday night and Saturday morning, so that’s a nice stack of accomplishments.
I also sewed a cute little “Welcome” pennant banner (you know the kind, with the triangles on a string?) that I’d cut out months ago, and painted, and never finished. That took quite some time today but it’s done now, except to tack the pennants to the string so they don’t shift around on it. It was for an event in April but I missed that, clearly, so it’ll be decoration for an event in August instead. Good enough!
Everyone else went to the beach and I decided to stay home, and work on the projects i had all messily spread out. In the midst of this, Veggie Manager came over and asked if i wanted to cut his hair for him.
So I did; his hair’s about three years of growth long, so I just cut it off in big handfuls, and then helped him run a set of clippers over it. It was kind of fun and kind of weird, I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before. He was just tired of it in the heat, so.
(I said, “Now it’s short, you have to style it,” and he said, “that’s hilarious.”)
Farmkid went down to the creek first thing in the morning with her mother, then went to the beach, then went down to the creek again with me just before dinner, and Veg Manager came along and did some adventuring with us, which was fun. He was around a lot this weekend, I do enjoy his company.
(I asked him how much trouble I would get in if I bought RoundUp and sprayed the poison ivy next to the yurt. He said, “if you don’t tell anybody, none,” which seemed like a sensible answer. I don’t think I really will, I’d hate to spoil their organic-ness. But there really really isn’t any other way to deal with poison ivy, you can’t burn it and none of the organic-approved stuff will touch it. It’s hand-weeding only and you can really only do that pretty early in the season. So I’m really considering it, but what’s holding me back is that someone’s bound to notice if all the poison ivy suddenly spontaneously and flamboyantly dies. Most of it’s out of view from the main areas but there’s some that’s pretty obvious from the POV of the greenhouse.) (Maybe I’ll just do a little of it, and keep the weedkiller bottle behind the yurt, and see what it winds up looking like. If it dies inconspicuously, I might go on…) (For serious though, the organic certification is really about the fields, and this is very markedly not the fields, but rather the areas where I would very much like to not get fucking contact dermatitis while I’m stumbling to the bathroom in the middle of the night thanks very much.)
I also bought a shitload of Deet because the mosquitoes are fucking relentless. But that’s not contraindicated at all by organic farming standards as long as it’s myself I’m spraying it on and not the crops, y’know?
At the moment I’m killing time and waiting for the temperature to drop below 90 so I can go around and clean up my various crafting-related messes. I have a thousand yards of fabric out on the line, and the banner I primed, and the little banner I finished and sprayed with Camp-Dri, and the sewing machine and serger are next to one another on the kitchen table so I need to put those away so we can have breakfast, and it’s just so beastly hot I can’t bear the movement necessary to handle them, and i can’t go out to the yurt and go to sleep until i’ve cleaned up, so I just have to sit here and not move.
Meanwhile upstairs it’s incredibly hot in the bedrooms and they’re trying to get Farmkid to go to sleep and she’s just messing around and messing around and thumping and dropping things and not staying in bed and it’s maddening, but not my problem.
I’m super glad I’m not in Buffalo because the weather there sucks too and our office air conditioning is fucking useless, and I’m sad because I’m going back to Buffalo at the end of the week and I don’t want to leave, I do so much here and feel so good about it, and I don’t want the spiders and mice and wasps and ants to move back into the yurt, but. But. I’m starting to get sort of weird because I miss Dude so much, and also I could really use some, you know, uh, personal contact, I’m starting to just get weird about it in inexplicable ways. (I just get real weird when i’m sex-starved, I have no idea how to explain it, but I think mostly I’ve been keeping it under wraps ok… I just feel like at some point I’m gonna say something really off-the-wall and really weird everyone out. Not even something inappropriate, just something really bizarre. IDK, I hadn’t really realized how grounding that kind of thing is for me.) (Not that anyone in their right mind can actually get it on in this kind of heat. Dude and I have a Pinky Snuggling Protocol for when it’s over 90. It is exactly that, we don’t even link pinkies we just sort of press them to one another, and even then he’s like “ugh get off me it’s too hot”.)
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