Category Archives: Life: lived

It was very unpleasant

I got poison ivy on my face.  As my friend asked, “Did you fall [face first] in it?”

Well, nearly.  We had a  lost person search happen locally that eventually lasted days and involved teams from all over the province, but the first night, it was just a half dozen of us in the dark, and we built a fire, in the dark, while waiting for the go-ahead to launch our canoes.  I had just rubbed my eyes, because of the smoke, when one of the guys noticed in the beam of his flashlight that all of us, and the fire we’d just built on hands and knees, were at ease in a giant patch of flourishing poison ivy.

Knowing this, and that I tend to get raging inflammations from a  sideways glance at poison ivy, I did full decontamination and containment protocols nine hours later when we got out of the woods. Too late.

Three days later, three suspicious red bumps on my cheek erupted into the full conflagration, my eyelids swelling alarmingly.

Gross.Poison ivy sucks.  Open, oozing wounds and blisters, and my whole body was fevered and nauseous for a couple days, and I was extra sensitive to bug bites. It was also on my hands, and back.  It’s almost over now, two weeks after exposure, and it doesn’t appear  that it will scar.   The very good news is that I avoided secondary infection!  I give the credit to tea tree oil.  I thought it would burn like stink, but it didn’t really, it was a little bit drying, which stalled the super-gross constant oozing, and I’m sure that’s what kept bacterial infection at bay.   I have not been so lucky before, and I’m glad I know now.

I got hydro-cortizone cream after my eyes swelled, but that just…took the itch off a bit.  It was too painful to scratch, so that wasn’t too tempting.Ew.

Glad it’s over!  But I had a good excuse, not blogging;)

Leaf day!

I’ve been bringing home bags of leaves that other people set out at the end of their driveways, for mulch and for chicken comfort.

The Silkies are especially crazy about leaves.  A big bag of leaves dumped in their zone makes them all go completely silent.  Except for the skush, skush of leaves being kicked around by dozens of little feet.

They tackle a new leaf pile like it’s a job.

It’s been so wet and rainy I’ve given them lots of leaves for them to keep their feet dry.  They crumble up all and leaves which become part of the muddy dirt quite rapidly, so new leaves are a treat.

Their (formerly adequate, before population explosion) tractor is now open for them to come and go into a very large fenced area.  Some enjoy the pine tree, some scratching in the far corner, and some like to stay inside the box, or perch on the swing.  They have preferences.  But on leaf day, they congregate.There’s this whole big yard, proscribed by the orange fence in the far background, but they’re ALL inside the box, because LEAVES!!!

May Day resolutions – So much has happened in April (a three season month), and I took bunches of pictures, but I wasn’t posting much.  I’m going to make a stab at catching up with all the fun happens this month (although events may have occurred earlier than they appear).

Saturation point

It’s been raining for almost ten days straight.  It’s just unbelievable.  No more water can be absorbed.  It’s just puddles and standing water everywhere.  The ground is so soft you can unexpectedly plunge in the ground over your ankle walking along.  then it tries to pull your boot off.

The chickens have had their coops outside for several days, but when the rain come hammering down, they run into the greenhouse, which remains empty, to shelter.

It was ok for awhile; rain is important, but today, I was done with it.  I had to start a fire, because I was chilled.  Luckily, it’s over now for a week!  A whole week of sunshine.  The bugs will almost certainly start up, and everything will begin to grow.

I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging.  In the meantime, THIS!:

The man who sailed around the world with a chicken

There’s more to chickens than they are generally credited :)

Rain day

What a day.  Buckets of water coming down, starting out with slush on the ground, and wind, blowing the cold rain into your face and coat.  All the chickens opted to stay in the greenhouse most of the day, only making brief forays out when the rain abated.

The guineas took one step out in the morning before jumping back in, the chickens got several steps out before pulling their necks back, wheeling around and running back in.  It’s gross out there!

I found it the perfect day for a nap, and that was glorious.  Never enough sleep!

Hello?

I think I’m back?

I can’t explain what happened.  After an unbroken year of daily blog posting and many more of intermittency, I fully intended to keep going, more steam than ever, and then – I just stopped.

I was going through some health stuff that sapped my energy.  I was taking some winter time for “emotional restructuring” (aka, being lazy and self-indulgent).  I really, really didn’t feel like there was anything to say.  What “content” really needs to be added to the vastness of the internet now?  I thought I would make the switch away from WordPress, but there’s work involved in that.

Cute, cool things keep happening.  I have ideas.  I’ve been taking pictures.  Just…not posting.

But perhaps…I’m back.  I missed you guys:)

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.