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(Title taken from the contents of this excellent slideshow https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyZie5Orih/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y%3D from Sylvanaqua Farms, do read it if you want to know what financially goes into raising poultry.)

313 chickens yesterday, with some fine-tuned adjustments to the process, were done by 12:30 including cleanup, and then we packaged in the afternoon, just the whole birds. I dragged a stool over and sat down every 45 minutes or so during the packaging, just for a couple minutes: if I can sit down and take all the muscle tension off my frankly useless hips, then I can re-set and not have pain in my hips for a while. Last night my back was tired enough to hurt, my lower back all across it, and I couldn’t find a comfortable position, but it wasn’t my hip so I’ll take it.

(I can feel that the back just needs more exercise, so I need to figure out what’ll actually help, there. I resorted to an old roller derby trick, which is that if your lower back is giving you trouble, do a bunch of crunches; the tension on your abs will pull the tightness out of your back. It does work, though largely by distraction. Still, probably I need to just do more crunches in general. Like, why not I guess.)

I’m creaky today but not limping, so. Thumbs up.

Did some VHS transfer work in the evening out in my cabin, now that there’s power– I have a single extension cord but that can power a VCR so I’m doing work-work too. And the tape was that someone had recorded a show off MTV in 1998, so it was a Journey Thru Time lemme tell you. Holy cow. Anyway–

Today we’re cutting up chickens, me and BIL, and we have enough vacuum seal bags to hopefully forgo Ziplocs entirely. We shall see. And we have about twice as many birds as usual, sort of by accident. I really want to get through them all but we shall see.

And then this afternoon after 4pm i’m borrowing Farmsister’s minivan to go help Middle-Little pick up a futon for her new house, and then cram the minivan full of assorted things from her apartment so that she’ll hopefully have room to pack the rest.

I did discover that the narrative she’s using to herself is that I’ve forced my way in to help her pack and she didn’t ask me to do all this, so that’s– well, I guess I did, I said I don’t want to be doing this at the last second let’s start now, though I haven’t actually helped her pack that much, the frantic cleaning last time was for the landlord visit, so I reminded her of that. And like… no, I wouldn’t do this if she asked, I’m only doing it because I’m offering! So anyway. I bought her dinner, after we went together Monday night and bought a rug in Albany (it wouldn’t fit in her car so for some reason i thought it would fit in mine? it did not but I have a roof rack and they have a guy with some twine so it was fine).

But apparently she’s taking next week off work and getting a different friend to help, which is fine and great and I am somewhat relieved. I am tired and I am going to be really tired after tonight. But we’ll figure it out, it’ll be fine. (Your picture was not posted)