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Preparation for hibernation.

Housemakin'

I love being home on the weekend. I just don't know what to do first! My list is eminent and I'd hate to be overwhelmed by it. Housemakin' should be a peaceful mind absorbing occuption for the weekend. Something I can remember fondly during my now full time hours as a second grade teacher. Here's a brief list of all of the housemakin' chores I'm starting today (and hopefully finishing):

* Begin the sourdough starter!

* Set up cooler for yogurt makin'

* Water soil in chicken run and prep for cover crop and chickens during the winter

* Bake plum muffins

* Laundry/air dry (beautiful thunderstormy and windy day, lots of ions in the air, makes laundry smell delicious)

* General house love

Friday Afternoon

I love the way the sunshine feels in the late afternoon under the pine tree. The lawn is looking more and more like a meadow as the days go by. I know I should mow, but I like the wildness and abundance the nitrogen rich chicken poop brings.

Salad Days

3 in the a.m.

Post rock show

My hair smells like cigarettes and stale bar air

Tonight, I remember why

These Are the Salad Days

Now I know why getting grown is

so sad

Yet so nice

Where we've come from

Where we're going

Not nearly as important

As

Where

We

Are

Da boids

Short Sale

I was on a three way call with the bank and my realtor.

They talked numbers

and mumbo jumbo

and I said yes when prompted

I soaked in the living room

the walls

the bookshelf and fireplace

the rug

and the cuckoo clock.

Through the open front door

birds were chattering

chickens were fussing

wind chimes were tinkling.

I settled comfortably back into the couch with a sigh.

The phone felt like a tin can on a string.