Well goodness. I have been off having a mighty good time, and I hope each and every one of you has been too. After the big snow storm we headed to Maine for a square week of favorite people, favorite foods, some cold weather, and general relaxation. It was great; probably the most relaxing trip we've taken in a long time. We then came home, rang in the new year with a good huffy hike, and I turned 33. Makes it almost sound like we've been doing something, doesn't it? Actually, B has been doing things. We (B) are tearing the house up, as is the Christmas break tradition. I am support staff, mostly called upon for insightful opinions, decisive color decisions, and high quality vacuum services. In a single day B installed shelves that literally quadrupled our storage space! In a closet-less house this is no joke, I still squeak when I put something away that once lived, well, not away anyway. After this latest round of fixing and painting we will have gussied up every room in the house but the spare bedroom. Sorry guests, we can't find the right shade of yellow for you, so gunky it is.
That's the inside. As for the outside. We are having one hell of a cold snap here. Like, holy shit, I actually bought a new non-vintage coat so that I can handle the 6 degree weather going on here. And that's without the windchill. Anyway, what with the chilly and the windy, our winter garden got its ass kicked, just somewhere here in the last five days. Sigh. It may not be over, but it looks pretty bad. Our new hoop design, while easier to access, was not as windproof as the original setup, and for some reason this year we decided that frost blankets were overkill. Ha. They're not. Anyway. Live and learn, it's been a busy winter. We'll see how the onions and garlic fare; I knew they needed another layer of straw but like I said: busy and out of town and more busy. I am mostly pissed about the rockin' head of broccoli and red cabbage that we didn't get to...
The chickens, if you can believe it, are still laying eggs. Two of our girls are only just now molting. Wtf?? It's SIX DEGREES OUT and now you go and loose all your feathers? These two are great layers, so they are losing their feathers fast and hard. Makes them look like hell, and I fret over them, but they troop around out there in all manner of temperature. But not snow. No sir. They will stay inside, thankyouverymuch, if snow is in sight. B is a rockstar and patiently moves their food and water inside when they get fussy like this. (Hey, speaking of rockstars, our neighbors are the absolute best chicken babysitters on the planet. Thanks, everyone.)
Ok, so my camera had a picture of the stocking fabric on it, the red stuff up there. Festive, no? Well hang on, because my ever lovin' family kicked in for some birthday camera dough and we should be up and running with a working camera here in no time. I am so psyched: thanks you guys.
Lucky over here. Hope you all feel lucky sometime soon too.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Posted by Heather at 2:05 PM