Barn Pixie

The Boston Bean (what DO you call your non-binary child? esp when they're a fully functioning adult and living with a partner and acquiring other partners as they go along? I have defaulted to skookum bean, as well as beloved child. Any additional suggestions will be taken under advisement) got an email from their landlord asking if they were doing ok, and they wanted to answer them with --ha ha, we need to pay less rent, this is going to be an issue, at least until the virus situation lifts and Jared can get work--  So we talked about phrasing and intent, and I helped them edit the final email, and they sent it out (after a minor panic over the subject line - it is always the last details that trip us up?) and then had to talk. So we talked some more and they are thinking about a cat, because soft and independent and also soft and cozy.

Alice and I continue to remove daylilies from the southwest corner and side of the house, along with removing false bittersweet as we go along. There are a LOT of them there. My plan for disposal includes driving around the block and tossing them into various ditches in the neighborhood, especially on relatively unobserved land. There is a fair amount of farmland nearby, I can get stuff into those ditches.

I think we might have accomplished sourdough starter? Or at least starter of some sort. I halved it yesterday, and fed it and put the other half in a bowl with water and more flour and hoped something might happen. More than 24 hours and a half cup of sugar later, it has become a fairly well risen sponge, and I might try to make pizza on it tonight.

Gaudior posted:
and that right there is how I am. Fine, I guess? but everything is hard.

well crap. The red mare is lame, and I don't know why. I am torn between thinking is probably happened in the last day or two, and wondering of the tripping she has been doing has anything to do with it. She was walking pretty solidly, but once we picked up a trot she was nodding her head every time her right front foot was bearing weight. There was no visible swelling or heat, but she is so fuzzy in the legs it is difficult to tell with cold hands. I'll check in on her tomorrow. I told the owners. I told the barn manager. I don't know what else to do.

I did get another barn looked after - eight horses, seven stalls, untold water buckets... It is about three hours of steady effort to accomplish it all. Electric water buckets man, I am grateful for them every single day I find them steaming gently instead of having to kick the ice out.

I am beat. And I still have to make my fabric things and stay awake during Aerin's winter concert. She is at school all afternoon helping the sound guy. My girl, techie in training. The people teaching her about the sound board were enchanted that she is a second generation techie. I am amused that they even thought of it that way. I think, counting my dad, she may be third generation. If we want to get technical.