tired

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whew i am tired. it has been a Day.

i spent saturday night with Dr F and MM and the kids, with Dude, and it was fun, and we didn’t Witcher or watch a movie we just sat in a room and talked like grown-ups. it was fantastic.

MM learned the terms and concepts “glory hole”, “pony play”, and, shit there was one other one. I don’t recollect now. Behind the cut, some miscellany of what I’m up to, mild tw for an offhand mention of a secondhand story of some Upsetting Hospital Things.

I asked Dr. F if anybody’s come into the ER with anything exciting in their butthole lately. And if they did, would he see them, and he was like oh yeah, they call me pretty often for those– a lot of times it’s a lot easier to deal with the situation if the person is unconscious. He said nothing notable had come in lately except one guy with a really huge dildo in there that was stuck, which sounds like it’d be hilarious but the more he found out about it the more it was sort of sad and upsetting, because clearly that person had not wanted that to happen exactly as it had, and, well, anyway, it just seemed like a bummer and not the sort of Wacky Hijinks we can all gently chortle about. He thinks the person will be all right, and gave us some explanations of what they do to remove such things, but like. yeah.

Anyway– am at the farm now. arrived Sunday afternoon in time to go over to Mom’s house to help FS and BIL work through some of mom’s list of seasonal chores. See, Mom and Dad had the house pretty divided up, what they each did around the place, and Mom admits she was sort of careless and didn’t pay close attention to how various of the things around the house went. The sunporch has some carefully handmade storm windows, plexiglass panes that get sealed into place with wooden side pieces, and they’re individually fitted to the windows of course, and, well. There’s a box they’re stored in, in the basement, custom-made to fit them exactly. So we took them down, discovered they were not marked in any way to label them, so we stuck tape on them with labels, and then I spent forfuckingever trying to wriggle them into their places in the holding box. Meanwhile BIL was up a ladder fixing a gutter, then sweeping out the woodstove chimney, then fixing a doorknob. Sister and I got the rain barrels out of storage in the barn and set them up. Sister rescued a birdhouse from a dead tree whose stump got damaged and is now going to fall over, but she failed to get the tree cut down because we looked everywhere and couldn’t find the gas can for the chainsaw. Meanwhile Farmkid read a book.

I maybe cried in the basement for a minute but nobody saw me and it was cool.

Now at the farm I had told myself, Monday I need to come up with an excuse to get off the farm, there’s a complicated task I was supposed to have done like a month ago involving getting a thing notarized and sending it certified mail and i can do those things at locations near to the farm, but I have to go out and run an errand. Of course I forgot instantly, and spent the morning starting to clean the slaughterhouse, but at midmorning FS said hey would you mind real quick running out to Agway for me and picking up some bales of woodshavings, they fit just fine in the minivan which I know you can drive, you can fit fifteen in there, (normally we’d get them in the truck but the current F250 is this absolute beast to drive, it’s a stick shift but also sucks and I haven’t ever managed to drive it successfully more than like moving it across the barnyard and even that I almost died.

It was a sign. I got my shit together, I went to the town office and the notary guy was right there and happy to help, I went to Agway and the guys sucked their teeth and said “fifteen?” and I said “yeah here watch” and moved their shitty stacking job up and sure enough I could’ve got 17 in there, and then I swung by the post office and bombs away this hideously overdue paperwork is out of my hands and maybe I’ll never get the thing but at least I didn’t just not do it at all. I can’t tell anyone I know IRL about this so I’m saying it here for cookies.

Got back to the farm, finished washing and packing eggs, inventoried the slaughterhouse consumables– bags, labels– sprayed some vinegar and soap on the stainless steel to try to get off some of the film the hippie castile soap leaves behind in there, managed a slight improvement, put the eggs away, got the wash sink area out in the packaging room cleaned. (total count on eggs: 60 dozen.)

I also deep-cleaned the icemaker, which has been idle since November, and got FS to turn it on. It hasn’t made any ice yet in a couple of hours so I’m going to have to point that out to BIL, but it does seem to be running at least; there was water going into it. It does take a while to make that first batch of ice.

We’re not using the slaughterhouse until Thursday, so I’ve got time.

I still have to clean the kill room like at all, but there’s a bunch of livestock stuff out there in my way. And I still have to sharpen all the knives, but Beautiful Livestock Assistant wants to learn how to use the sharpener so I’ll wait until he’s available to show him. I still have to shovel approximately six tons of mud out of the clean room drain, but I’d rather wait until we can get all the egg stuff out of there, which won’t be until Wednesday.

oop farmkid wants me to read to her. i’m rereading her T. Kingfisher’s Minor Mage, which is not too scary for her because I spoilered her about the scary monsters and so she was in on it and was like “WHEN IS HE GONNA FIGURE IT OUT” so it wasn’t so scary. (Your picture was not posted)