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i would bullet point this but i don’t have that kind of mental energy.
went to bed at like, 9:30 last night. it was windy, and something in the air pressure made me feel weird, and I couldn’t sleep. I gave up around 1am and got my computer out and read online for a while, think maybe I made a whiny tumblr post? side note: an upside of a king size bed is that dude doesn’t seem to notice when i’m on the computer in the middle of the night, his breathing settled right down after i got the laptop out, and he’s a light sleeper.
around like 2, the cat came up and wanted to sleep on my face, so i closed the computer and lay down and snuggled her and she purred and purred and purred.
i was still awake for a goddamn long time, but i did eventually sleep.
and then a little before 6am, a beeping started.
beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) ceaseless, without change. I got up at 6 and went and plugged in my laptop, and visited every room of the house to make certain nothing of mine was beeping.
No, it was louder on the porch: it was coming from outside. I gave up, and got back in bed. Dude had been awakened by it too, and asked what it was, and i said it was definitely outdoors. He pondered that, and we both tried to sleep, but it was too loud. So he got up and went outside, in his PJs and slippers.
he was gone at least half an hour.
I finally got out of bed. Before I could find shoes, he came back, brandishing a 9 volt battery.
“House across the backyard is for rent,” he said. “Whoever cleaned it out threw out a bunch of smoke alarms. Trash can blew open in the wind, smoke alarms got rained on. The one on top objected. Nobody’s home so they didn’t notice.”
What absolute bastard 1) throws away a smoke alarm 2) with the battery in it?????
The house in question is the one the old black patriarch with the magical radio lived in for our first, like, 12 years in this house, and he sold it to the white trash jerks who sat in the backyard telling awful gross inappropriate stories all summer long, who sold it to the person who had the child or dog whose name we knew because it was constantly being screamed (I believe it was “PARKER” because Dude and i still occasionally holler “PARKER U LITTLE SHIT” at each other apropos of nothing) (we still don’t know whether it was a child or a dog but context clues strongly suggested child, dogs aren’t usually quite so frequently reprimanded for clothing-related offenses), and it’s been quiet for a while and I guess that’s why, it’s for rent now.
I miss the elderly patriarch with the magic radio. He had a Deaf and developmentally-disabled granddaughter who did a lot of semi-wordless Hollering at all hours but that wasn’t nearly as upsetting as the nigh-constant PARKER U LITTLE SHIT.
Anyhow I slept like shit, and what solid sleep I was finally getting was destroyed by [house number streetname]’s fucking smoke alarm disaster, so I got out of bed and wonder of wonders, did not get on my computer, I had a bowl of cereal and got dressed and loaded my car and drove to Troy.
I would’ve made it nonstop but I was so goddamn hungry I stopped for a Starbucks whipped-cream-in-a-cup drink for some caffeine and empty calories. Fueled by that, I did reach Troy in time to help at the farmer’s market; i sold about $50 in chicken parts and $15 in pork products, the last dozen eggs, and a dried bouquet, and then helped tear down and pack up.
Then there was a potluck at the farm! So that was fun.
Farmkid’s best friend is a little blond girl with a haircut similar to hers. They’re very close in age, a couple of months apart, and they’re very close in size. They resemble one another strongly, but in that superficial kind of way that kids do– they’re both blond, but the other girl is honey-blond and Farmkid is ashy-blond; they’re both child-shaped but the other girl is slightly stockier in build and Farmkid is a little more gangly, but not enough that you’d really notice unless you were alternately lifting each of them onto a statue or something. (They weigh about the same, and probably wear the same size clothing; it’s quite a subtle difference.) They both have round faces, but it’s likely Farmkid will wind up more oval-faced as she matures, and looking at her parents, the other kid will probably wind up with a squarer face.
They will probably be very different heights and builds when they mature, and won’t resemble one another at all, but at the moment even quite observant people mistake them for sisters. I remember that happening when I was a kid, though, and it was always a lot of fun– I had a good friend who had the same coloring I did, and nobody could tell us apart even though we really had very different features.
So, it’s fun. But it’s quite confusing for outsiders, which the girls both enjoy a great deal.
The two girls, who are both approaching 5 now, played an energetic game of tag with the other kid who came to the potluck, yet another little blond girl, but the other little girl was relatively tiny– maybe 2, she was running okay but couldn’t do stairs well, and was in diapers and didn’t have very many/clear words. The older girls were extremely good with her– they ran at full speed, but they never ran into her, they looped back to keep her included, and they played a game that let her participate, without any adults hovering or interfering. So we were all quite pleased with that. Especially the tiny girl’s mom– clearly, this child is their only child so far and she’s not used to having her in the company of older children, so she was nervous about the bigger girls– neither of whom have younger siblings, either, so they’re not used to little kids, but apparently almost five is currently old enough to be sensible, so that’s nice to know for the moment.
It is raining and is going to be 35 degrees tonight. 28 degrees tomorrow. I’ve already decided to try to take the yurt down this week, so I took the offer of staying in the indoors guest room and am on flannel sheets in a room that’s possibly as much as 65 degrees; it’s luxury.
I was texting with Dude; I’m happy to be here this week and all, I have shit to do, but I wish I could spend a bit more time with him, this week flew by. He said it’s drippy and cold there too, and it’s got him in a “big” mood, and I asked if it was a good or bad mood and he said neither, just “big”, and i feel that. I want to go snuggle with him.
But! Tomorrow, sheep and wool festival; monday I’ve got Farmkid duty so the sister and BIL can go buy a new used truck down Kinderhook way in the morning, and then I need to wash eggs and clean the egg room for the LAST CHICKEN PROCESSING of 2018, and then Tuesday is processing, and Wednesday I’ll probably take Farmkid all day so Grandpa can get out of child-watching to spend the day working on the barn, and then Thursday I gotta make as many dried bouquets as humanly possible, and Friday maybe I can take the yurt down, and Saturday I’ll help work the last outdoor farmer’s market (but one??) and then Sunday I can go back to Buffalo and maybe stay there until November maybe? Maybe. I gotta look at that calendar.
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i would bullet point this but i don’t have that kind of mental energy.
went to bed at like, 9:30 last night. it was windy, and something in the air pressure made me feel weird, and I couldn’t sleep. I gave up around 1am and got my computer out and read online for a while, think maybe I made a whiny tumblr post? side note: an upside of a king size bed is that dude doesn’t seem to notice when i’m on the computer in the middle of the night, his breathing settled right down after i got the laptop out, and he’s a light sleeper.
around like 2, the cat came up and wanted to sleep on my face, so i closed the computer and lay down and snuggled her and she purred and purred and purred.
i was still awake for a goddamn long time, but i did eventually sleep.
and then a little before 6am, a beeping started.
beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) beep beep beep (pause) ceaseless, without change. I got up at 6 and went and plugged in my laptop, and visited every room of the house to make certain nothing of mine was beeping.
No, it was louder on the porch: it was coming from outside. I gave up, and got back in bed. Dude had been awakened by it too, and asked what it was, and i said it was definitely outdoors. He pondered that, and we both tried to sleep, but it was too loud. So he got up and went outside, in his PJs and slippers.
he was gone at least half an hour.
I finally got out of bed. Before I could find shoes, he came back, brandishing a 9 volt battery.
“House across the backyard is for rent,” he said. “Whoever cleaned it out threw out a bunch of smoke alarms. Trash can blew open in the wind, smoke alarms got rained on. The one on top objected. Nobody’s home so they didn’t notice.”
What absolute bastard 1) throws away a smoke alarm 2) with the battery in it?????
The house in question is the one the old black patriarch with the magical radio lived in for our first, like, 12 years in this house, and he sold it to the white trash jerks who sat in the backyard telling awful gross inappropriate stories all summer long, who sold it to the person who had the child or dog whose name we knew because it was constantly being screamed (I believe it was “PARKER” because Dude and i still occasionally holler “PARKER U LITTLE SHIT” at each other apropos of nothing) (we still don’t know whether it was a child or a dog but context clues strongly suggested child, dogs aren’t usually quite so frequently reprimanded for clothing-related offenses), and it’s been quiet for a while and I guess that’s why, it’s for rent now.
I miss the elderly patriarch with the magic radio. He had a Deaf and developmentally-disabled granddaughter who did a lot of semi-wordless Hollering at all hours but that wasn’t nearly as upsetting as the nigh-constant PARKER U LITTLE SHIT.
Anyhow I slept like shit, and what solid sleep I was finally getting was destroyed by [house number streetname]’s fucking smoke alarm disaster, so I got out of bed and wonder of wonders, did not get on my computer, I had a bowl of cereal and got dressed and loaded my car and drove to Troy.
I would’ve made it nonstop but I was so goddamn hungry I stopped for a Starbucks whipped-cream-in-a-cup drink for some caffeine and empty calories. Fueled by that, I did reach Troy in time to help at the farmer’s market; i sold about $50 in chicken parts and $15 in pork products, the last dozen eggs, and a dried bouquet, and then helped tear down and pack up.
Then there was a potluck at the farm! So that was fun.
Farmkid’s best friend is a little blond girl with a haircut similar to hers. They’re very close in age, a couple of months apart, and they’re very close in size. They resemble one another strongly, but in that superficial kind of way that kids do– they’re both blond, but the other girl is honey-blond and Farmkid is ashy-blond; they’re both child-shaped but the other girl is slightly stockier in build and Farmkid is a little more gangly, but not enough that you’d really notice unless you were alternately lifting each of them onto a statue or something. (They weigh about the same, and probably wear the same size clothing; it’s quite a subtle difference.) They both have round faces, but it’s likely Farmkid will wind up more oval-faced as she matures, and looking at her parents, the other kid will probably wind up with a squarer face.
They will probably be very different heights and builds when they mature, and won’t resemble one another at all, but at the moment even quite observant people mistake them for sisters. I remember that happening when I was a kid, though, and it was always a lot of fun– I had a good friend who had the same coloring I did, and nobody could tell us apart even though we really had very different features.
So, it’s fun. But it’s quite confusing for outsiders, which the girls both enjoy a great deal.
The two girls, who are both approaching 5 now, played an energetic game of tag with the other kid who came to the potluck, yet another little blond girl, but the other little girl was relatively tiny– maybe 2, she was running okay but couldn’t do stairs well, and was in diapers and didn’t have very many/clear words. The older girls were extremely good with her– they ran at full speed, but they never ran into her, they looped back to keep her included, and they played a game that let her participate, without any adults hovering or interfering. So we were all quite pleased with that. Especially the tiny girl’s mom– clearly, this child is their only child so far and she’s not used to having her in the company of older children, so she was nervous about the bigger girls– neither of whom have younger siblings, either, so they’re not used to little kids, but apparently almost five is currently old enough to be sensible, so that’s nice to know for the moment.
It is raining and is going to be 35 degrees tonight. 28 degrees tomorrow. I’ve already decided to try to take the yurt down this week, so I took the offer of staying in the indoors guest room and am on flannel sheets in a room that’s possibly as much as 65 degrees; it’s luxury.
I was texting with Dude; I’m happy to be here this week and all, I have shit to do, but I wish I could spend a bit more time with him, this week flew by. He said it’s drippy and cold there too, and it’s got him in a “big” mood, and I asked if it was a good or bad mood and he said neither, just “big”, and i feel that. I want to go snuggle with him.
But! Tomorrow, sheep and wool festival; monday I’ve got Farmkid duty so the sister and BIL can go buy a new used truck down Kinderhook way in the morning, and then I need to wash eggs and clean the egg room for the LAST CHICKEN PROCESSING of 2018, and then Tuesday is processing, and Wednesday I’ll probably take Farmkid all day so Grandpa can get out of child-watching to spend the day working on the barn, and then Thursday I gotta make as many dried bouquets as humanly possible, and Friday maybe I can take the yurt down, and Saturday I’ll help work the last outdoor farmer’s market (but one??) and then Sunday I can go back to Buffalo and maybe stay there until November maybe? Maybe. I gotta look at that calendar.
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