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An hour and a half of weeding yesterday, and I got a bit more than half the row of onions done. I’ll get the other half tomorrow (I don’t weed two days in a row. Shaddup.), then maybe do the tomatoes, which aren’t too horribly weedy. We’ll see.
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Lanna Lee is
doing a survey for a Technical Writing class. Go
take it and help her out, wouldya?
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Fred thinks the spud is easing us into the idea of her moving to Rhode Island. She’s been spending the night at her friend’s house a lot lately – can’t say as I blame her, her friend lives in Madison which means she doesn’t have to drive 20 minutes to see her other friends or hang out with her best friend or hit Kohl’s or go to work, all of which
is 20 minutes from home now – and the house is weirdly quiet without her here. I mean, don’t get me wrong, we ran around naked and screamed like banshees the first night she was away (sorry for that visual), but we’re getting used to it. Not liking it, really, just becoming accustomed.
Luckily, she’s still willing to fit me in for our usual Wednesday-night-out dinners, so I’ll be spending time with her tonight and hearing all the gossip about her friends and work.
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From my comments:
Robyn, I was going to ask if you planned to can anything, but Melissa beat me to it. 🙂 Seriously, it’s pretty easy. You have to shell out a little to buy some equipment (a big canning kettle with a rack to hold jars, lids, jars, etc.), but the stuff lasts forever, except for buying new jar lids for each batch (cheap). I’m sure Ball has a site you can check for instructions. Of course, if you have a big freezer, you might want to just freeze a mess o’ veggies.
Although I am a teeny bit scared of the idea, I’m still willing to give it a try, so yes – I’ll definitely be doing at least some canning. Fred just planted cucumbers, and I love me some pickles, so I’ll probably can some pickles. And since we have a bunch of jalapeno plants, we might make some pickled jalapenos (not for me, though – I am not a fan of peppers). Also, lots of tomato sauce. We’ll be freezing stuff as well, but I definitely want to give canning a try!
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Right now, Maxi and Newt are laying in the back yard asleep, looking as though they just finished Thanksgiving dinner and don’t plan to move for six to eight hours. Over by the chicken coop? The remains of a rabbit. A BIG rabbit. When Fred came into the bedroom this morning to say goodbye, he said “Don’t go over by the chicken coop. There’s some circle of life going on out there right now.” When pressed, he told me that Maxi was in the process of eating a rabbit that appeared to be bigger than she is. And there was a line of chickens standing and watching her.
When I got up an hour later and opened the blinds in the computer room, Newt was taking his turn at the rabbit, and Fred wasn’t kidding about the size of the damn thing. At this point there’s only one opening to the back yard that isn’t blocked by a gate, and we theorized that the rabbit got into the back yard and couldn’t figure out how to get out, and Maxi and/ or Newt took care of him.
That last gate can’t go up soon enough for me, damnit.
Speaking of Maxi and Newt, I have to say – they are some tiny, tiny cats. If they weigh more than 6 or 7 pounds, I’d be amazed. Considering that over the winter they got to the point where they were just this side of porky, to see them thinned out made me worry at first. I guess it’s all that hunting and good eating (rabbits, squirrels, LITTLE BABY BIRDS) that’s got them in such good shape. Compared to our cats (okay, okay, our INDOOR cats), who all weigh around 10 pounds, they’re teeny.
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When my parents were visiting, we went down to Tuscaloosa one day to visit with my aunt and cousins. We had lunch out, and then went over to see my cousin Delina’s new house. She used to live right next door to her sister but decided that she needed a bigger house, and so bought a house about half a mile (if that) down the street.
The house is nice, but the back yard is what dreams are made of. I’ve seen realtors describe back yards to houses as being “park-like”, but didn’t know what that meant until I saw Delina’s back yard. It is AMAZING.
Delina’s dawg (one of two).
I covet this greenhouse (Fred said it’s more like a sunroom. Whatever it is, I covet it.)
When we got home, I showed pictures of the greenhouse/ sunroom to Fred and said “Make me one of these!” I’m not holding my breath, though. Isn’t it the cutest thing?
Like I said: park-like.
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The mighty, mighty hunter.
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Previously
2006: HOW ABOUT SOME MOURNING, PAUL?
2005: Dumbass things I have done today.
2004: No entry.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Ass in the Past will be the name of my 14th novel.
2000: Ah, the heart warms.]]>