Reclaiming stuff

I have the computer that has been circulating around the house for months now. AND I have sole use of our lousy internet connection, such as it is. So I am actually able to blog from home without trying to type into an iPhone screen. Woo Hoo!

I’ve re-enrolled in Object Oriented Programming, which now utilizes C# instead of C++. Wish me luck.

I’m attempting to clean the house, and declutter. I think I need to take my older sister’s advice and follow the Kon Marie method.

Things in life are not always what we would like them to be, but I can make what I will of what we have. One loop, one knot, one word, one photograph at a time.

Sadly, we did lose the baby bunnies. But there are bound to be more bunnies in the future, and we have the grown-up bunnies to love and care for and use for wool harvesting.


Welcoming 2017

New Year’s Superstitions… what are yours? Do you eat Black-eyed peas, or say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit”? Start the year with a kiss?

Our family superstition is no laundry on January 1st. “If you do the wash on New Year’s Day, you’ll wash the year’s luck away!”

I’m not particularly superstitious, but I’m NOT risking it. 

I will NOT be eating black-eyed peas, however. No matter how many of those disgusting little things I eat, the money thing doesn’t happen. In fact, I think it’s been worse since I started eating them. Sure, you can doctor them up with tons of cheese and rice and maybe some super-salty ham. Or, you can just avoid them like the plague they are.

As for rabbits, I don’t say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit,” but I do think it’s lucky we have three baby rabbits. They were born on the 30th, to our white French Angora.

Whatever your superstitions (or lack thereof) may be, have a healthy, prosperous and happy New Year!

Reflections on 2016

All in all, it wasn’t the best year, but we didn’t lose any more human family members. I’m hoping that stays true…

We have made many changes. Moved to Adam’s childhood home, “adopted” enough animals to start a petting zoo, and watched as my grandmother nearly died but recovered enough to be recovering in an assisted living facility.

My daughter is moving in with her father. While I will miss her, she will have opportunities in New York that she simply doesn’t have in the isolated and rural place we now live. She is sixteen, and needs to develop more ways to be independent, which won’t happen when everything here requires use of a motor vehicle, and she is not yet driving. Nor do we have any extra vehicles to spare…

We have been hatching chicks – Cochins, Polish, and mutts.

We have Angora bunnies (English and French) and Flemish giant rabbits, and today the French Angora female had kits. It’s looking like some kind of crazy Easter-themed zoo around here.

I still need to photograph more bunnies, chicks and ducklings. Yeah, we have a few of them as well…

The Angora bunnies are also going to be used for their wool. We’ll be making felt and yarn, if I can get them better used to grooming and gathering. 

And my crochet lace projects have been getting a little out of hand.

I’ve finished more work on the table runner since capturing this photo.

I miss writing, though. So I suppose I need to find time for that somehow.

To all my WordPress friends, have a safe and fun New Year’s Eve and Day, and a healthy, prosperous 2017.

Public Service Announcement

I am just going to state here and now, to anyone who may be going through a separation or divorce… sometimes things just don’t work out and that IS your best option. And when it is, do your best to bury the hatchet, get past the hard feelings, and separate as amicably as you are able, especially if kids are in the picture.

I am so glad that my ex and I have been able to get to a place where we can work together for the good of our kids. God knows, kids sometimes need all the help they can get, and having two parents (or more sometimes, in the case of steps) can make a real difference.

My Autumn Photos…

Inspired by Cordelia’s Mom and her post, Don’t Fence Me In, I decided to post a couple of fall foliage photos of my own.

Everyone has such lovely leaves. Much like Charlie Brown with his Halloween bag of rocks, we have sand spurs.

Lovely, aren’t they? Here’s a closer shot:

Yeah. They are extremely painful when they get imbedded in the bottom of your foot because you’re an idiot who thinks it’s a great idea to walk outside barefoot to clean and refill the water jugs for over 40 chickens or 6 pea fowl. Yes, I am a bird hoarder.

Anyway, there was something kind of pretty by the sand spurs:

As for said birds, we’re pretty sure we have three pea cocks and three pea hens. 

The boys get bluer every day. 

The hens are beautiful, too.

We have Silkies, Seramas, Polish chickens, Blue Andalusian, Sicilian Buttercups, and our original mixed flock. We’re averaging about 2-3 eggs a day at this point.

It’s funny, when I moved to Dunnellon years ago as a twelve year old kid, I thought of farming as smelly, gross, something I wouldn’t want to do. Now I enjoy every minute spent at home with the biddies and the piglet and the kids.

Lost stuff, Faeries, and Absentee Blogging

It’s a wonder what lack of a decent internet connection will do to one’s blogging habits. Also, what a lack of workspace does to one’s writing habits in general.

Life has become an endless cycle of work, driving, caretaking (humans and birds and other assorted living things) and stitching or beading. Aside from the whole car and electricity thing, I may be working my way back to the 19th Century.

I was musing on “things lost” the other day when I misplaced yet another pair of sunglasses… I can never seem to keep track of keys or sunglasses… 

At some point in my life, I was told when items mysteriously disappeared that I could blame their disappearance on mischievous faeries. Because faeries love to take everything from used teeth to car keys. Then when you’ve given up on ever finding them again, they reappear in an unlikely place.

I’ve lost and found many things these past few months. It’s easy to lose stuff when you are moving great quantities of stuff. Things missing? Movies, music, clothing… normal people lose socks in the wash. I lose socks, and pants, shirts, sweaters… how?!

The one thing we always lose that can’t be replaced is time. We all need the time faeries to bring us some extra days.


“Just because I’m paranoid, doesn’t mean they are not out to get me.”

We’ve all heard the saying. We all have fears and concerns that others believe are irrational. 

I try to keep anxiety from getting the better of me, but two things occurred today (totally unrelated) that left a niggling feeling at the back of my head.

The first occurred earlier today, while Adam and I were sitting in the back yard with our chickens foraging through the yard. A gold truck drove by, slowing and stopping several times in front of our house, turning right, and slowing and stopping along the side of our lot, as though they were trying to see something on our land. 

It disturbed both Adam and I enough that we mentioned it to his friend, Geoff, who has been helping us build a second coop for our Polish and Silkie chickens.

I forgot about it for most of the day, but learned a little while ago that my daughter saw a truck matching the description later in the day driving by our house slowly. 

When we have the funds, we will be fencing off more of the yard, and putting in privacy inserts.

The second thing was this:

Look, the narrative has been all about Donald Trump and how horrible he is. I’m not saying he’s a good person. But one thing I’ve learned over the years – the media is good at smoke and mirrors to distract from what is really going on. And this wouldn’t be the first war we’ve entered to cover up a scandal.

What scandal? That the democratic primaries WERE rigged. That one of the candidates running for president has committed more crimes than Nixon resigned over. But nobody seems to care, because Donald Trump talked trash 11 years ago with some other sexist pig.

The DNC has not so much as tried to cast shadows on the veracity of the content of the emails released by Wikileaks. The response, instead, has been to blame Russia for releasing said emails. And now we are ready to start World War III over this?

Who is behind Hillary Clinton and what IS their end game?

Privacy fence. With barbed wire and locks on the gates. Because we will want to protect anything we grow or any animal we raise from desperate looters if and when we end up in the war that we simply can not win. Unless, of course, we are killed before we have time to starve.