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My house smells vaguely of the process of making chicken stock. Alas, I seem to respond to cutting raw parsnips similarly to my response to raw carrots, though less severely; will want to be cautious with that. There's something satisfying about boiling down the bones; it's not exactly primal, but it's root. I come back to wanting to do things like this regularly, back to the root; I know I can go out and buy a can of chicken stock -- and there are several in the pantry -- but doing it myself has a certain raw satisfaction. I didn't raise the chicken; I didn't kill it (though the rooster down the street has been tempting that way of late); I still made as full a use of it as I could.
I have half the things that go into the veggie garden planted. I'm going from seed, so this will probably be a bit erratic, but I wanted to do it reasonably cheaply because the investment for filling the beds was rather large. Next year should be easier. None of the seeds have come up yet; both grapevines, however, are putting out leaves, one of them quite profusely. The tiny visible bits of the daylilies have gone from washed-out never-seen-the-sun white to little rich green cores.
I've made some progress on controlling the vast proliferation of heaps of books by getting some of them onto shelves; it's getting easier to estimate just how many more shelves we're going to need to have. I need to get back onto getting them into the catalogue, but perhaps I should assemble a landing zone first by clearing the piles ...
Today has been full of chopping things for stock, discussion of the equations for calculating the heliacal rising of Sirius, and trying to figure out why nobody on the web will tell me how many caudal vertebrae lions have.
And there was a thunderstorm this morning. Yum.
I have half the things that go into the veggie garden planted. I'm going from seed, so this will probably be a bit erratic, but I wanted to do it reasonably cheaply because the investment for filling the beds was rather large. Next year should be easier. None of the seeds have come up yet; both grapevines, however, are putting out leaves, one of them quite profusely. The tiny visible bits of the daylilies have gone from washed-out never-seen-the-sun white to little rich green cores.
I've made some progress on controlling the vast proliferation of heaps of books by getting some of them onto shelves; it's getting easier to estimate just how many more shelves we're going to need to have. I need to get back onto getting them into the catalogue, but perhaps I should assemble a landing zone first by clearing the piles ...
Today has been full of chopping things for stock, discussion of the equations for calculating the heliacal rising of Sirius, and trying to figure out why nobody on the web will tell me how many caudal vertebrae lions have.
And there was a thunderstorm this morning. Yum.
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I've discovered we have some strange and incongruous commonalities. Boiling bones, real live preacher, even a mutual LJ friend and... last but in no means least... you seem to have ended up in the little town in which I began. Curiouser and curiouser...
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