I’m fine; day 3

Not fine, exactly.  I fell off a cliff of sorts.  (Now I want to draw a picture of a cliff of sorts.  Lots of sorts.).

Yes, I broke my daily blogging streak shortly after one straight year.  I just couldn’t truly convince myself that I had anything worth saying for a whole 24 hrs.  Turns out when I do that, people pipe up “Hey, is something wrong?  You skipped a day!” (Thanks:) That’s sweet)

I haven’t been doing much but flopping around.  It’s like all the doing and productivity caught up with me and caved in.  I’m missing the reason for doing any of it.  I had the vague thought Wouldn’t it be nice to take a week and not do a damn thing other than what I feel like in any given moment?  Immediately followed by calculating how much work would be necessary to prepare for such a week.

Then such a week just started to happen without my intention or preparation, and I thought well while I’m flopping around miserably, I think I’ll give up sugar, because sugar is what has fueled me through doing all the things I don’t feel like for far too long, so, if I’m not doing anything useful, then, good timing.   And I’m already in a hole, so the withdrawal symptoms will be absorbed.

Today was day three, and my appetite for real food just returned.  The last two days real food was the tasteless stuff I ate when I was dying for chocolate chips.

It hasn’t been as crazy as I kind of expected.  The headaches were mild, the moodiness not out of the ordinary.  The brain fog (confusion, unreliable memory, no decision making ability) was already problematic; I’ve known for a long time I need to re-source my fuel, but when my brain starts breaking down, there’s a problem.  I can’t get enough BioK; I had to look up how much of it was too much (too much BioK isn’t a thing).

The distinguishing marker of the first three sugar-free days was my total inability to cope with stress.  News, an action email, new information , a phone call- really minor stuff- but I couldn’t cope, and just went and hid from it (literally)-because I could, having already surrendered ANY attachment to doing for awhile. I’m not looking at any lists because I’m already panicking at what must be on there that I’m not looking at and I wouldn’t have the energy to do the things anyway.  When I do, I’ll list again, and hopefully it will all work out in the long run, based on real energy.

That’s where I am.  2018 was a terrible year.  Objectively better than the three previous years, but according to my body and brain, the worst.  Lyme disease, anxiety and depression, failing energy and immunity due to pushing too long, and I’m into my second year of undiagnosed digestive problems.  I’m sick of being sick.  Hopefully being back exclusively on real food will help.

New dimension

There was a death in the family yesterday.  One of the red layer hens died in the coop.

They do that.  They go in the coop (not the nest box), hunch up, pull in their feet and their heads, close their eyes, and go to “sleep”- really a pre-death trance.  Their combs go pale, and they depart slowly.

The whole transition seems very peaceful, and like death happens by degrees.  You can look at them in the last hours, and they aren’t dead yet, but they aren’t all there either.  They’re mostly dead (couldn’t resist).

Usually I find them stretched out, one leg extended, and head stuck out, like their last act is one last stretch.

Yesterday HW alerted me there was a “chicken emergency” in Bravo coop, and it was a chicken on her way out.  She’s old.  I got generic red layers on three occasions, when others were getting rid of them (this is a chicken rest home), so I can’t be sure what set she’s from, but she’s somewhere upwards of 6 years old.  She was already sprawled, and she onlybriefly opened her eye when I pet her.  We left her to finish her departure at peace in her home.

What was new, though, is that in the morning, other chickens were holding a wake.  Five of them skipping breakfast to stand around her in the coop.  I’ve never seen that before, but it’s possible I just missed the time of the ceremony.  Cheeks flipped out once over a dead hen.  Ravens are known to hold wakes or funerals – I’ve seen it.  But not…chickens.

 

Operation Cheeks

Cheeks is well.  She needed her afflicted foot addressed, and redressed.

mid-unwrap

HW likes to hold her up sitting on her tail, and that it makes her look like a little person.  She is surprisingly very ok with this.  Whatever you do, don’t put these pictures on the internet! From this upright position, she is very involved in the whole operation.  Quiet and still, but watching it all up close.

I had to flush her wound and try to squeeze out any pus.  You can see her toe is healed, but the infection settled in the palm of her foot, and there’s still swelling.  Extraction went well.Show us your new foot glove!

chicken cuddling

man holding young white chicken
See the feet grabbing on him – “I would like to register my dissent about being picked up.  This is ruining my cred.”

While I’ve been gone over the holidays, my husband has been grabbing chickens.

He spends quite a bit of time holding Cheeks the house chicken, who seems determined to remain designated house chicken indefinitely, I’m no trouble.  No trouble at all!, but also grabbing “wild chickens” in the greenhouse, to cuddle them against their will.

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I’m back!

I was sneaky; I was posting chicken pictures while I was away. But I’m back home and everyone is fine, including the 10 little unseasonal chicks. They’re bigger than they were.

Ursa has four.

Also, I’ve started producing new content at my new location: https://steempeak.com/@selka. You might recognize some of the initial stories:)

So far the platform is so easy to use that it’s like finally getting a drink when you’re thirsty. I’m so ready to say goodbye to WordPress. When I make the switch, the web link happyharvest.ca will just point over there, instead of here, so that little will be affected. I’ll have to confirm that email subscribers aren’t affected either.

For a bit I’ll post on both, until it’s time to switch. I’ll be keeping you posted (harhar).

I will keep this site alive always, so that all of the stuff stays here, but I’m going to stop paying for it, so ads will come back on, etc.

Chicken in a sink!

buttonholes

Awesome! A buttonholer on a Singer treadle sewing machine, making perfect buttonholes.

This is amazing technology IMO, from the 40’s.

On a treadle sewing machine the needle is fixed. It can’t move side to side like modern electrics so it can’t do a zigzag stitch.

How to get around that? Let’s grab the fabric and move it side to side while the needle goes up and down- voila, zigzags and buttonholes!

Unlike how a computer works, I can look at this and understand how it works, and I think it’s exceedingly ingenious, harnessing the mechanical drive of the sewing machine and controlling the whole circuit of the buttonhole, instead of the three stage variable length method I learned on electric machines.

Treadle sewing machines can still outperform electric machines, mostly by being stolid and consistent, while electrics can be buggy and finicky.

One Year

After blogging since the early oughts, 2018 was the first year I posted every single day. It wasn’t always first thing in the morning, and sometimes a scheduled post failed to post on schedule, but I posted every day. After a while, it was too good a streak to break.

What else did I do this year? Caught my first swarm, made a more effective strike against the invasive Glossy-leaf Buckthorn species we’re plagued with than I have before, had a slightly better garden and a bigger one. As usual, I read 100 books. To finance my chicken habit, I made some strides at my day job, narrating more audiobooks and more exciting and challenging ones.

I’m still obsessed with productivity, still use and love Habitica, and this year integrated some GTD principles for more efficiency. The almost lifelong habit I have of packing more in than I or anyone should is catching up with me, and that’s the next thing I need to change. I aspire to do less now, which is a major shift from half a lifetime spent wanting to do more. Sigh.

Happy New Year! I wish everyone more health, strength, and success creating a life and world that is good.

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