today kicked my ass

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but, all the broiler chickens on the farm have been processed. that’s 3000 chickens for the season. almost all of them are already sold. [and none too soon, there’s a very hard frost projected for later in the week, below 25 degrees, which is a disaster for the water lines for livestock– a light frost sometimes means the tubes freeze and it’s a hassle getting them flowing again before anybody gets distressed from lack of water, but a hard frost like that means things will break as the ice expands, so you have to replace a lot of water lines in order to get everybody able to drink again. The livestock that overwinters has much simpler watering systems, most of which haven’t been set up yet for the season. The older hens still need to get indoors…]

all that went smoothly, it’s just a long day.

in the evening we had pizza, and VegMan had made a pair of sweet potato pies, to compare the regular orange sweet potatoes vs the white-fleshed japanese sweet potatoes, to see which one made a better pie. i was so tired i couldn’t tell the difference.

after dinner, after dessert, after shooting the shit, everyone went their separate ways, and veg man finally got his turn in the bathroom. (the apprentices who live in the cabin use that bathroom, which is also the only bathroom attached to his part of the house, which is also the hallway that connects his house to the main house. it’s a multifunction room…)

I was doing the dishes and dealing with the dishwasher and general kitchen cleanup. The part of the kitchen with the sink in it (the kitchen is three rooms… listen it’s complicated) is directly adjacent to the bathroom door.

One of the cats, Whiskey, who used to hang out with me in the yurt a lot, had been in the bathroom when VM went in to take his shower. She’d come out to visit her food bowl, but then had wanted to go back in; apparently she likes to hang out in there while he showers, he explained to me, and it’s kind of a routine. but he’d already shut the door. So she kept giving tiny pathetic mews at me, expecting me to open that door for her. Like, girl, I’m not opening the bathroom door on a man taking a shower, that’s rude. (Probably he had not locked the door and I could have opened it a crack to allow her in? But also definitely that would be like. Over the line. he’s basically family but he is not precisely family. I would open the door on my sister like that; I would not on my brother in law. So, now we know the boundary.)

Anyway I told her several times, as she pleaded with me in increasing little kitty desperation, that I could not open the door for her and she was just going to have to wait.

Just as I was finishing with the dishes, VM opened the door and peered down at her, and she pranced into the room in great tiny-kitty delight. “Another ritual we have,” he confessed to me, “is that after I floss my teeth, she gets to play with the floss.” Which must mean he holds the other end for her, because there’s never discarded floss lying around. What a cutie.

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[minoanmiss]

Adorable!

I hope you're resting well!