I love to garden. It is spring and I am working in the garden to plant out my young seedlings. I am turning beds and spreading compost. I have pruned and now enjoy the flowers of my labor. I weed whack, mow, fertilize and herd snails. I have planted some new trees and are nurturing some young ones from the last planting. I have dug up the unsuccessful or dead items. The yard is looking pretty good. There is hope for a good fruit year and lovely greens from the garden beds.
I have started spring cleaning to eliminate dust and clutter inside the house. Cleaned floors, repaired bathrooms, washed windows and even washed out the refrigerator. This was a major job, by the way. Part of spring cleaning is to also get old stuff out of the cabinets so that expiration dates don't expire.
There are many things to do in the spring. And with all the cleaning, there is often a desire to start new projects, finish up old ones and re-evaluate habits. I am looking at my pile of sheep and alpaca fleeces, bags of bunny fluff, boxes of silk and exotic fibers. It is a big pile. It takes up the whole room and then some. I call it the Woolyroom. It is where Fluffysgarden spends most of her time.
I cannot begin to measure in weight the amount of washed fleece and fluff in the room. I can estimate that it is less than one ton. We are probably looking at something in the hundreds not thousands of pounds. I know that the garage has 10 pounds of unwashed fleece. Still, just the bags, not weighing them, are at least 25. Everywhere I look, there is another bag of fleece. 4 pounds here, 8 pounds there, 3 pounds under the chair.
What am I to do with all this fleece. Some is colored, some is white. Some is long, some is strong, some is soft and fluffy. I am spinning it as fast as I can and still can't seem to empty a bag or even make a dent. And when the bags do get smaller, the pile of yarn gets bigger. I am weaving it and trying to knit it, but really I can't get ahead of the mass. It seems to grow larger and larger.
I have a terrible fleece addiction. I didn't imagine that it would come to this. One large fleece can offer two or three or many years of spinning pleasure. After making that lovely sweater, 4 pair of socks and three hats, there is probably half of the fleece left. Gloves, scarves, and some Christmas ornaments, still one third left. Some of my fleeces are four or five years old. I have a couple that are even older.
Part of the problem is that I spin very fine yarn and it takes a long time to make. It also takes a long time to knit it up or weave it up after it is yarn. Making fat yarn is faster, but I am not sure what I would make with it. I like thin items and they need skinny yarns. So part of the spring cleaning is to find ways to use up a bunch of this fleece.
So this is the project for the spring- felt squares, which will be sewn together to make a new canopy cover for my Pop up tent thing. I am estimating that it will use up 16 pounds of fleece. A significant dent in the pile, and possibly empty bags, will give me some room to move in the Woolyroom. And, of course, I will have an excuse to buy another fleece.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Ghetto Speak
Every year, E and I try to take some time off for our Anniversary. Sometimes we just stay home. Other times we go somewhere for a few days. This year we chose to re-visit Solvang, California. It is one of our favorite escape destinations. We go to Lake Cachuma and picnic. We go over to No Jokey (Nojouqui) park and walk to the dry water fall. We stop in at Village Spinning and Weaving for a visit. And we eat interesting meals and delicious cheese danish rolls. In the past, we have visited wine cellars and vineyards. This time we did that again, stopping at our favorite Kalyra Vineyard.
We also took a long drive through the country side on the west side of Highway 101 in Lompoc. This brought us to a rather strange destination. A Ghetto. But first, there is a bit of history to tell.
In our wine tasting travels, we have visited Wine Shacks. Part of the ambiance of the wine tasting road is to make the wine tasting experience as rural and unsophisticated as possible. You drive down a winding country, narrow lane road until you pass a barn/shack with a wooden sign near the street. The shack looks like an old horse pen- no windows, barn type double door, dirt floor, strewn hay, portapotty, wine barrels with a board over, bare light bulb. A jolly, slightly annoyed man, clad in overalls greets you eventually and you ask for a wine tasting. They have 4 offerings and you have to keep the glass because they don't have washing facilities. The wine is bearable, but not great. They tell you all about the movie, Sideways. We look blank. We have never seen this movie. On to the next shack. Same thing. Finally, we find a regular looking tasting room/vineyard, with a reasonable selection. This scenario is for the people who want to get out of the main town and go to a real vineyard. Most of the in-town wine tasting venues are a mix of different wineries with one Cellar to be the seller. The prices are high regardless of where you go, but sometimes you just want to get out of town.
Kalyra Winery is on a real vineyard, even though most of the wine comes from grapes grown in Australia. They have a fun atmosphere, several great wines and dessert wines. Most of the time it is not really very busy. The people have always been great. There is a place to picnic. And they have never said anything about Sideways.
So after visiting our beloved Kalyra, we went on a driving tour of scenic Lompoc and the road ended in the GHETTO. This is a WINE GHETTO. So, what is this place? It is an industrial park, cum storage facility smack up next to a housing tract, off the main road, in a tangle of parking lots. We got there on a Saturday and the place was totally dead except for a few small places, huddled together, that offered wine tasting. We selected "Flying Goat Cellars". If Pigs can fly, then why not Goats? We were exploring the concept of Wine Ghetto, so I chose the goaty one.
There was nothing interesting about the environment. No trees, landscape, interesting signage, wall textures or colorful decorations. Next door was a machine shop that was closed for the day. The entire Ghetto looked like this, not just the Goat. The windows had a sign and blinds. Inside, the floors were bare linoleum tile, walls white with pictures and stuff. Black painted crates to hold wine and items for sale. Industrial counter, no chairs. There were two women at the counter and a couple of people sitting near the wall in the only chairs. This cellar specialized in Pinot Noir wines. The cellar represented several small wineries. The choice was 4 Pinot varieties or The GOAT BUBBLES.
I chose the Pinot group. The ladies called it a "FLIGHT". This was not a wine tasting, it was a Flight. We took off. One marginal wine after another, one sip and we tossed the rest. The last one on the list had a slight fragrance of skunk. One of the ladies said that true Pinotphiles loved that one. She kind of spat "Pinotphile" like you might say, pedophile. In my limited life, I always associated the "phile" ending with a negative context, even though it meant to love. It is a physical type of love that the word refers to, not a higher love. Definitely not what I would think of for a wine. But then, I am not a vinophile, either.
After we decided that none of the wine was any good, I went to the bathroom and the ladies brought out one more wine that was not on the list. E was drinking some when I returned and he surprised me that it was "not bad". We bought one bottle, to remember the Flying Goat and paid for our flight.
So, Wine Ghetto speak? It is a bit hard to explain. It insults you and expects you to be happy about it. It takes a possibly pleasant experience and makes it as uncomfortable as possible. It tries to convince you that a really crappy wine is great because everyone else likes it, even though there is no one else there. Really, we got the goat end of the experience. But, that is part of the experience. Sometimes, wine cellars have crappy wine and they have to do their best to make you think differently. There were other Cellars there in the Ghetto, but we didn't try them out. One goaty wine was enough for us.
We also took a long drive through the country side on the west side of Highway 101 in Lompoc. This brought us to a rather strange destination. A Ghetto. But first, there is a bit of history to tell.
In our wine tasting travels, we have visited Wine Shacks. Part of the ambiance of the wine tasting road is to make the wine tasting experience as rural and unsophisticated as possible. You drive down a winding country, narrow lane road until you pass a barn/shack with a wooden sign near the street. The shack looks like an old horse pen- no windows, barn type double door, dirt floor, strewn hay, portapotty, wine barrels with a board over, bare light bulb. A jolly, slightly annoyed man, clad in overalls greets you eventually and you ask for a wine tasting. They have 4 offerings and you have to keep the glass because they don't have washing facilities. The wine is bearable, but not great. They tell you all about the movie, Sideways. We look blank. We have never seen this movie. On to the next shack. Same thing. Finally, we find a regular looking tasting room/vineyard, with a reasonable selection. This scenario is for the people who want to get out of the main town and go to a real vineyard. Most of the in-town wine tasting venues are a mix of different wineries with one Cellar to be the seller. The prices are high regardless of where you go, but sometimes you just want to get out of town.
Kalyra Winery is on a real vineyard, even though most of the wine comes from grapes grown in Australia. They have a fun atmosphere, several great wines and dessert wines. Most of the time it is not really very busy. The people have always been great. There is a place to picnic. And they have never said anything about Sideways.
So after visiting our beloved Kalyra, we went on a driving tour of scenic Lompoc and the road ended in the GHETTO. This is a WINE GHETTO. So, what is this place? It is an industrial park, cum storage facility smack up next to a housing tract, off the main road, in a tangle of parking lots. We got there on a Saturday and the place was totally dead except for a few small places, huddled together, that offered wine tasting. We selected "Flying Goat Cellars". If Pigs can fly, then why not Goats? We were exploring the concept of Wine Ghetto, so I chose the goaty one.
There was nothing interesting about the environment. No trees, landscape, interesting signage, wall textures or colorful decorations. Next door was a machine shop that was closed for the day. The entire Ghetto looked like this, not just the Goat. The windows had a sign and blinds. Inside, the floors were bare linoleum tile, walls white with pictures and stuff. Black painted crates to hold wine and items for sale. Industrial counter, no chairs. There were two women at the counter and a couple of people sitting near the wall in the only chairs. This cellar specialized in Pinot Noir wines. The cellar represented several small wineries. The choice was 4 Pinot varieties or The GOAT BUBBLES.
I chose the Pinot group. The ladies called it a "FLIGHT". This was not a wine tasting, it was a Flight. We took off. One marginal wine after another, one sip and we tossed the rest. The last one on the list had a slight fragrance of skunk. One of the ladies said that true Pinotphiles loved that one. She kind of spat "Pinotphile" like you might say, pedophile. In my limited life, I always associated the "phile" ending with a negative context, even though it meant to love. It is a physical type of love that the word refers to, not a higher love. Definitely not what I would think of for a wine. But then, I am not a vinophile, either.
After we decided that none of the wine was any good, I went to the bathroom and the ladies brought out one more wine that was not on the list. E was drinking some when I returned and he surprised me that it was "not bad". We bought one bottle, to remember the Flying Goat and paid for our flight.
So, Wine Ghetto speak? It is a bit hard to explain. It insults you and expects you to be happy about it. It takes a possibly pleasant experience and makes it as uncomfortable as possible. It tries to convince you that a really crappy wine is great because everyone else likes it, even though there is no one else there. Really, we got the goat end of the experience. But, that is part of the experience. Sometimes, wine cellars have crappy wine and they have to do their best to make you think differently. There were other Cellars there in the Ghetto, but we didn't try them out. One goaty wine was enough for us.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Pre-Tday Preparations
Thanksgiving is still a couple of weeks out, but I am doing my "fall stuff". You know how it is, getting in the harvest, getting things canned, jarred, frozen, prepared, and ready for all the holiday frenzy. I have been stocking up on flour, sugar, and essentials for my favorite holiday cookies and candies.
Today I cooked down two pumpkins and a Kabocha. After cooking I blended them and packed the product for freezing. I will use this all winter for pumpkin pie and pumpkin soup and pumpkin bread.
Then there were the cranberries. I do a baked cranberry jam that keeps the cranberries whole and pretty. I did two bags of cranberries and have one left to go. They are such a pretty color and go will with goat cheese or cheesecake.
I have also been busy harvesting the last of the cotton boles. I put them in the dehydrator and extract the cotton when they open. I have a couple more days of this before I finish the crop. The second year with these Pima plants made way more than the first year. I have four 1 gallon bags full and still more to gin (remove the seeds).
I have also been spinning, knitting, weaving and sewing and getting my holiday gifts done. I have already given out my Step mother's gift. It was a birthday//Christmas pair of adorned socks. I am still trying to finish my daughter's socks, my husband's socks and some weaving projects.
I have one loom warped and working well, and another is poised to receive a new warp for a Jewish friend. It needs to be done by Thanksgiving- Oye! Gotta move, gotta fly.
So the next things on the list-
I did manage to vacuum the living room yesterday and will be doing some major cleaning in the rest of the house. When we close up the windows the dust kills my lungs, so I need to do the deep cleaning before the cold nights get to me.
We have a lovely wood pile ready for winter, and the yard has had its general clean up. I won't have to prune the trees for another month.
There! I am getting organized. Slowly, I am getting my house in order and getting ready to tear it apart. I have construction plans for patios, rooms, sheds and landscape. The spring is going to see some wild activity here.
So I am going to hibernate while I can.
Today I cooked down two pumpkins and a Kabocha. After cooking I blended them and packed the product for freezing. I will use this all winter for pumpkin pie and pumpkin soup and pumpkin bread.
Then there were the cranberries. I do a baked cranberry jam that keeps the cranberries whole and pretty. I did two bags of cranberries and have one left to go. They are such a pretty color and go will with goat cheese or cheesecake.
I have also been busy harvesting the last of the cotton boles. I put them in the dehydrator and extract the cotton when they open. I have a couple more days of this before I finish the crop. The second year with these Pima plants made way more than the first year. I have four 1 gallon bags full and still more to gin (remove the seeds).
I have also been spinning, knitting, weaving and sewing and getting my holiday gifts done. I have already given out my Step mother's gift. It was a birthday//Christmas pair of adorned socks. I am still trying to finish my daughter's socks, my husband's socks and some weaving projects.
I have one loom warped and working well, and another is poised to receive a new warp for a Jewish friend. It needs to be done by Thanksgiving- Oye! Gotta move, gotta fly.
So the next things on the list-
I did manage to vacuum the living room yesterday and will be doing some major cleaning in the rest of the house. When we close up the windows the dust kills my lungs, so I need to do the deep cleaning before the cold nights get to me.
We have a lovely wood pile ready for winter, and the yard has had its general clean up. I won't have to prune the trees for another month.
There! I am getting organized. Slowly, I am getting my house in order and getting ready to tear it apart. I have construction plans for patios, rooms, sheds and landscape. The spring is going to see some wild activity here.
So I am going to hibernate while I can.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Mother of Vinegar
My yard produces an abundance of fruit. So much fruit that I can't eat or process it all. Much of it goes into the recycle containers to become mulch and compost. But this year I decided to try something new- Vinegar.
I took excess apples, chopped them up and added a bit of sugar. And a dash of yeast. Some of the yeast came from the fruit and some came from bread yeast. I covered it lightly with layers of cheese cloth to keep bugs out. And moved it to a spot near the wall to "rest" for a few months.
In time, there was alcohol. The whole house smelled of apple cider. I strained out the solids.
Then the vinegar started. It takes a few fruit flies to bring the bacteria to the liquid but just a very few. Too many and things go astray. After two months, batch one- made with peaches was too contaminated even though it smelled like vinegar. I didn't feel good about it so I tossed it.
Batch two- with apples, looked really good. The mother had formed and sunk to the bottom of the jar, so it was ready.
I strained out Mom, the boiled the vinegar to pasteurize it. Now it is time to filter and bottle. I am having a tough time getting it to filter through the coffee filters. I have first used cloth, then the coffee filter, but it is very slow and clogs up fast.
I am hoping that this little experiment helps me find a practical use for the excess apples and peaches. I use vinegar in making cheese, dying wool, and cleaning house. It would be kind of fun to make my own and use it for all sorts of things. Even pickles and chutney.
We will have to see how this turns out in the long run but for the moment, I have this mother of vinegar staring at me waiting to be fed more alcohol. Feed Me!
I took excess apples, chopped them up and added a bit of sugar. And a dash of yeast. Some of the yeast came from the fruit and some came from bread yeast. I covered it lightly with layers of cheese cloth to keep bugs out. And moved it to a spot near the wall to "rest" for a few months.
In time, there was alcohol. The whole house smelled of apple cider. I strained out the solids.
Then the vinegar started. It takes a few fruit flies to bring the bacteria to the liquid but just a very few. Too many and things go astray. After two months, batch one- made with peaches was too contaminated even though it smelled like vinegar. I didn't feel good about it so I tossed it.
Batch two- with apples, looked really good. The mother had formed and sunk to the bottom of the jar, so it was ready.
I strained out Mom, the boiled the vinegar to pasteurize it. Now it is time to filter and bottle. I am having a tough time getting it to filter through the coffee filters. I have first used cloth, then the coffee filter, but it is very slow and clogs up fast.
I am hoping that this little experiment helps me find a practical use for the excess apples and peaches. I use vinegar in making cheese, dying wool, and cleaning house. It would be kind of fun to make my own and use it for all sorts of things. Even pickles and chutney.
We will have to see how this turns out in the long run but for the moment, I have this mother of vinegar staring at me waiting to be fed more alcohol. Feed Me!
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
A Little More Time, Please
Today, I am home cleaning up my mess. The mess is a dirty house, projects left incomplete or not even started. A garage full of stuff that needs sorting and removal. Dying plants, growing plants and weeds. So much to do in this never ending "work in progress".
Today, I finishing winding on the warp for a gift that was intended for xmas 2012. I still have to thread the heddles and test the warp before actually weaving anything, but just getting this far has been a near miracle. I am also testing marshmallow recipes for my xmas 2013 presents.
As I work through the "list", I give myself time to reflect and appreciate the amount of work that is being done. Otherwise, I could just beat myself that it never gets finished. There is always too much on the list. The list gets more stuff before the old stuff gets done. So how does one go about getting "done" at the end of the day?
This is what I do. I know the list is "forever long". So is have insignificant things that must get done (like shower and dress, or take out the trash). And I have significant things that must be done (like paying the bills, finishing the patio plans, or getting new tires). There are important things, (like getting groceries for dinner, checking on family, and making sure we have clean underwear). Then there are the MASSIVE things, (like selling a car, painting the house, or planning a trip). Of course there are always the GARGANTUAN things, (like assisting my father in his final days, cleaning out my mother's 84 years of "collecting", and starting the room addition).
The list has some things (gargantuan things) that have been on the list for many years and get a little bit of attention at a time until they are actually done. Some of them I want to hurry along and others I want to slow down, but they all get to the end in time. Massive things seem to take months or large blocks of hours. Sometimes research. Most of my list is full of the regular high and low priority things. I have determined that getting a dozen things done per day is really quite an accomplishment. I give myself an A+ for a day where 12 things on the list get done, even if they are rather small things. That is a pretty full day.
4 or 5 things per day is really slacking. It is mostly a goof-off day. I can even get that much done when I am sick. It would be like- shower, dress, do a load of laundry, make dinner, empty dishwasher. This is a pretty light load and didn't have anything very significant in it. But if it had "Finish the taxes, or repair the plumbing" it might be a bit more work and worthy of praise.
For the last three years, I have been getting lots of little things done during the day and only a few of the bigger things done. I realize that I am going to have to get some significant amounts of extra time in order to get some of those big things done. So what I am suggesting her is that we extend the Fall/Winter time frame for about 4 months. I tend to get more done in the Fall and Winter. The cooler weather makes me hustle about but warm weather makes me drowsy and sluggish. If I had a longer Winter, I could possibly get caught up on some of the bigger things. People would not be coming over as much. I would not be traveling as much. The garden and yard would not need so much work.
Definitely, I need a second Winter this year. I know that some of you will complain about the cold and snow and heating bills. There are always those who don't benefit from a new plan. I feel that after I get a little bit more caught up, I could then loan you some extra Summer for your list. I am sure, with some consideration for each other, we can work something out. But right now, I have to get back to the list. Today, I have made a little bit of progress, but not enough to get any special points. Today is about a 6 (C).
Today, I finishing winding on the warp for a gift that was intended for xmas 2012. I still have to thread the heddles and test the warp before actually weaving anything, but just getting this far has been a near miracle. I am also testing marshmallow recipes for my xmas 2013 presents.
As I work through the "list", I give myself time to reflect and appreciate the amount of work that is being done. Otherwise, I could just beat myself that it never gets finished. There is always too much on the list. The list gets more stuff before the old stuff gets done. So how does one go about getting "done" at the end of the day?
This is what I do. I know the list is "forever long". So is have insignificant things that must get done (like shower and dress, or take out the trash). And I have significant things that must be done (like paying the bills, finishing the patio plans, or getting new tires). There are important things, (like getting groceries for dinner, checking on family, and making sure we have clean underwear). Then there are the MASSIVE things, (like selling a car, painting the house, or planning a trip). Of course there are always the GARGANTUAN things, (like assisting my father in his final days, cleaning out my mother's 84 years of "collecting", and starting the room addition).
The list has some things (gargantuan things) that have been on the list for many years and get a little bit of attention at a time until they are actually done. Some of them I want to hurry along and others I want to slow down, but they all get to the end in time. Massive things seem to take months or large blocks of hours. Sometimes research. Most of my list is full of the regular high and low priority things. I have determined that getting a dozen things done per day is really quite an accomplishment. I give myself an A+ for a day where 12 things on the list get done, even if they are rather small things. That is a pretty full day.
4 or 5 things per day is really slacking. It is mostly a goof-off day. I can even get that much done when I am sick. It would be like- shower, dress, do a load of laundry, make dinner, empty dishwasher. This is a pretty light load and didn't have anything very significant in it. But if it had "Finish the taxes, or repair the plumbing" it might be a bit more work and worthy of praise.
For the last three years, I have been getting lots of little things done during the day and only a few of the bigger things done. I realize that I am going to have to get some significant amounts of extra time in order to get some of those big things done. So what I am suggesting her is that we extend the Fall/Winter time frame for about 4 months. I tend to get more done in the Fall and Winter. The cooler weather makes me hustle about but warm weather makes me drowsy and sluggish. If I had a longer Winter, I could possibly get caught up on some of the bigger things. People would not be coming over as much. I would not be traveling as much. The garden and yard would not need so much work.
Definitely, I need a second Winter this year. I know that some of you will complain about the cold and snow and heating bills. There are always those who don't benefit from a new plan. I feel that after I get a little bit more caught up, I could then loan you some extra Summer for your list. I am sure, with some consideration for each other, we can work something out. But right now, I have to get back to the list. Today, I have made a little bit of progress, but not enough to get any special points. Today is about a 6 (C).
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Business as Usual
My home business is small. I file my sales tax one time per year because volume is low but consistent. And for some reason, every year it seems like the world is happening at my house just when I need to do this filing. Even with the swirl of activity, I manage to get this to the top of the list and get it done on time.
This year I did it on time as well, but much later in the month. The dread of missing the deadline or forgetting to do it nags me until it is done. I keep looking at the calendar and wondering when I will have time to sit with the receipts and sort. So I bite of pieces- first gather the receipts into one area. Then find last year's information as a reference. Then finally add up the receipts, write a calculation sheet and commit to the website.
Really, it doesn't take a long time, but it does take some organization. That seems to be the issue. Too many demands on my time and my organization goes down the drain. The first thing to fail seems to be the woolyroom which is always on the edge of calamity.
This year, as well as last year, my son came to visit from China and is staying in the guest room (which is also known as the overflow of the woolyroom). This means the over flow had to go back to the woolyroom. Oye! the woolyroom is where I do my paper work and sales tax stuff. So the documents got covered with overflow.
As the deadline approached, what little organization I once had started to wobble, and I found the box of receipts just in time. I stuffed them under the desk. Each day, the dread grew but the work didn't get any closer to getting done. Finally, in a state of panic, I forced myself to do the sales tax report and file the taxes, write the check and get it into the mail. 3 Days before disaster.
I sometimes think about people I know who say they are bored and don't have anything to do. I can't imagine how that happens. Life is way too exciting and full to ever get bored.
This year I did it on time as well, but much later in the month. The dread of missing the deadline or forgetting to do it nags me until it is done. I keep looking at the calendar and wondering when I will have time to sit with the receipts and sort. So I bite of pieces- first gather the receipts into one area. Then find last year's information as a reference. Then finally add up the receipts, write a calculation sheet and commit to the website.
Really, it doesn't take a long time, but it does take some organization. That seems to be the issue. Too many demands on my time and my organization goes down the drain. The first thing to fail seems to be the woolyroom which is always on the edge of calamity.
This year, as well as last year, my son came to visit from China and is staying in the guest room (which is also known as the overflow of the woolyroom). This means the over flow had to go back to the woolyroom. Oye! the woolyroom is where I do my paper work and sales tax stuff. So the documents got covered with overflow.
As the deadline approached, what little organization I once had started to wobble, and I found the box of receipts just in time. I stuffed them under the desk. Each day, the dread grew but the work didn't get any closer to getting done. Finally, in a state of panic, I forced myself to do the sales tax report and file the taxes, write the check and get it into the mail. 3 Days before disaster.
I sometimes think about people I know who say they are bored and don't have anything to do. I can't imagine how that happens. Life is way too exciting and full to ever get bored.
Friday, July 12, 2013
June was Fuzzy
It seems like it was a long month, but it went by in a blur. First there was the long drive to San Francisco. And home again. 1100 miles. After which, I turned around and drove again to Oregon and back, 2100 miles. While I was in Oregon, I fondled many, many fleeces from many kinds of sheep. I partied with friends and worked in the Wool Show. It was wonderful, but tiring. And then I came home to - a really dirty house and my son coming to visit from China.
You would think I would start cleaning right away, but I can't seem to get motivated. So much to do, now where to put everything. AND, I am making cheese.
Yes, cheese is higher on the list than cleaning out the house. I did fix some of the lawn sprinklers. And repaired a plumbing leak. I am closing out the books for an organization and doing the end of the year report. But, the house, ugh! I just can't face the clutter and the mess.
I will get there, before he gets here. But for the moment, there is goat's milk and cheese on my mind and in my cheese press. And soon, it will be in the brine. That is one of the great joys of staying home and playing with my toys- fresh peaches, home made cheese, delicious fresh meals, and some wool to spin.
Life is sweet and I am taking my time to enjoy it.
Bon Apetit!
You would think I would start cleaning right away, but I can't seem to get motivated. So much to do, now where to put everything. AND, I am making cheese.
Yes, cheese is higher on the list than cleaning out the house. I did fix some of the lawn sprinklers. And repaired a plumbing leak. I am closing out the books for an organization and doing the end of the year report. But, the house, ugh! I just can't face the clutter and the mess.
I will get there, before he gets here. But for the moment, there is goat's milk and cheese on my mind and in my cheese press. And soon, it will be in the brine. That is one of the great joys of staying home and playing with my toys- fresh peaches, home made cheese, delicious fresh meals, and some wool to spin.
Life is sweet and I am taking my time to enjoy it.
Bon Apetit!
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