On A Rainy Day

Today has been a perfect, rainy day. The rain started yesterday, and has carried on through the night, and all of today so far. It is nearing sunset, and bedtimes for the kids, then the adults, with tomorrow meant to be partly cloudy and a bit warmer. But today, glorious day! I put a fire in, though it was not cold, and I had two cups of tea this morning, black first, then lemmon grass and mint, both sweetened with honey, the black dulled with a bit of milk.

The school reports are turned in, and almost all of the business of the home school acedmy is done for the year, testing, financials, and all but a month of course work.

I am eagerly awaiting the arrival later this week of a new computer for me to play a game that Missus and I like to relax to. It is a laptop, which is not really my first choice of computer, but it is time to get something both powerful and portable, so this time around, it is to be this. I will use it for the blog, and for my media production, whatever that may be, especially when I am away from the home computer. I got al the accessories that I think I will need, too, like a bag and port replicator, as well as an external hard drive to back things up onto. But mostly, I am eager to play our game, sit in the same room, and not have the lagging that my weather station computer gives playing from it. That will return to being a dedicated machine.

So far our new chicks have been growing just fine, and adapting to their new home in the floorspace of the coop with the peacocks and chuckar. I am ready to pick up some meat chickens next, and raise them up, then butcher and serve them, sharingh the boys to see how they take to home grown chickens. I need to perfect my butchering skills, too. Hopefully they will be large enough to more easily clean out, as the last time I butchered, the birds were not a meat breed, and the cavity too small to remove everything without squeezing too tightly on my hand. I know it is a silly complaint from me, given what the birds had just gone through. But it is what it is to be a living being, myself.

A pot of coffee is just finished, and so are the cinnamon rolls! That will be the start of a relaxing period for the evening, then bed soon after. Life could be worse!

I watched a video today by a young English lady called Ruby Granger, who talked about Cottagecore aesthetic, and went into some detail on how to achieve it. As someone who is what many Americans now call a ‘homesteader,’ and as someone who has spent a great deal of time in the English countryside, I must say I found the whole aesthetic very appealing. I liked many of the suggestions Ruby made about things like decorating with flowers around the house, the books she suggested, the idea of picnics, and walks in the country, and doing things deliberately, not for a higher purpose but to do well at what is in front of you. Bake things for people you love, press flowers and include them in handwritten notes to others, and so on.

The thing about it that took me was not just the idea of living some provincial life, but the ideas of being close to nature, using less plastics, growing own food, and what she most seemed to be conveying was not just stopping in life to smell the roses, but to be a rose.

I think I am pretty close in my own life to living this aesthetic, and to being the person who does more than smell roses. There are some new habits I need to form, and there is a bit of cleaning and organizing that still needs my attention, but it is not for a lack of what I own, or the environment I have created here at our little farmhouse.

Smell the roses, be a rose, and sieze the moment. Learn, and dedicate self to the things I do. That’s where I see myself right now. While I am so close o having everything I need, I must continue to seek for the things I want, and be there for the people I adore.

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I Am A Collector Of Antiques

I collect antiques and put them on display in our little old farm house. The difference between me and some other collectors is, most everything I collect and display, I also use. These days, most things a person buys gets used till it is broken, which often comes quick, and then is thrown away and forgotten. Worst part is, sometimes it was bought on credit and it is not even paid off yet.

Old time things were made to be used, and they were made to be repaired. So when I buy antiques, it is to use them, not to just set them on a shelf for people to look at. Some of the antiques I have bought have been tools for the shop, and some have been things for the kitchen, or furniture that is still in very good condition. Some things have been from the 1960’s, and some have been much older.

Yesterday we decided to go to town and walk around some antique shops. I only found two things I could not possibly leave behind, but one, a hand cranked drill, turned out to be broken right in the cast iron, and I left it be. The other was a 1973 Coleman gas lantern priced at only $20, and by the time I had gotten it home and fully inspected it, was in almost brand new condition. It only appears to have been lit one or two times! Every piece, every gasket, seemed like new, with the only blemishes being a little black spot on the top, and a little bit of chrome flake on the frame, but I am not even sure that counts as dammage. It cleaned up like new.

I have been wanting one of these to work after dark in the gardens in summer when it is too hot to do it in the daylight. I never could convince myself it was the time to spend on a new one, though. But at $20, who could turn down the opportunity? Especially when all the other lanterns I found were in much worse shape, and more than twice the price!

This is exactly the kind of thing I look for in an antique! I want something that is old, reliable, and still very useable! It needs mantles to be absolutely sure it will work, but without them, it does exactly as it should, pumps up, holds pressure, spits a very little fuel from the burner.

It’s my first gas lantern, and by the way I am going on about it, I am sure you can tell. It is nearly as old as I am, and I think that makes us partners for life. I’ll just confirm it is working when the mantles arrive, and that will be it!

I think this lantern will be a helpful and wonderful addition to our little farmette!

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The Last Week Or So

Last weekend we were in Salt Lake City, enjoying a bit of shopping and a stay overnight in a hotel there, just to be away from home, and from chores and the like.  We ate out at The Cheesecake Factory in the evening, and just did a general explore.  It was a good time for all of us. 

The week has been Spring Break for the kids, and for me, as their sort of official teaching coach or whaever token title the school gives me though I have to do all the teaching and instruction for my younger daughter.  Well, fine and dandy then.  Missus has been at work, which is at home, but still, it was work.  She has earned money for it. 

This weekend started today, Friday.  I have been working with the kids’ help sorting out some things on the farm to ready it for some changes we have planned to make it less expensive, or even a little profitable.  I am readying for a new egg flock and a meat flock in the chicken runs, and we have discussed getting a beef cow, which is a couple of weeks of bottle feeding, if we do.  We have set the goats up in proper pens for two of them to give birth next month.  So we expect our heard to expand there, which means I might be looking to set them up a larger place to graze and dwell.  We have been trying to sort out two cats who have recently given birth, and help them get their kittens to a place that if safer than where they chose.  In addition to all this, I have begun to move the rabbit pens to their new location where we want to be able to treat them to a run.  I also have set up a permanant location for the chicken brooder in order to get it to a place out of the way, and yet servicable and self cleaning. It is like the rabbit hutches, where they will drop to a space below tended by other animals.

It is getting late now, especially by my standards, and I am waiting for the laundry to finish so I can wear my clean bedclothes to bed. Just a moment and they should be dry enough to extract early if need be.

We are ready to take chicks if I find any on sale now. I have starter feed at the ready, and a heat lamp plugged in. I need two parts for their brooder, and I need to fish out two feed and water dishes, then I can put some in it. It is time our younger daughter get a chance with little babies and rasing them from the start. I like the strategy of checking into a couple of the stores and getting older chicks, which are almost always marked down, and which have improved chances of survival, and started their feathers for proper self warmth, making it a little shorter period of time I have to keep a heat lamp on them. I don’t know why anyone would ‘just have to buy the downy chicks.’

Lastly, before bed, I recieved my carving knives the other day, and spent the afternoon carving like mad. It never bothered me till I quit, then it hurt, and the next morning it hurt, and the following day it hurt, and the day after, it hurt. It is only finally to where I can say it is pretty much clear. My hands hurt, my neck and upper back hurt, and of course the one spot where I stabbed myself did not hurt at all, even though I had blead profusely. Go figure!

Oh, and I must mention two housekeeping items before bed, too. It has been two or three days since I first heard the frogs for this year. I like to keep track, as they are a decent barometer of the changes of the seasons.

Today I was in the chicken run and the birds were dashing about here and there, while my daughter and I were working on the rabbit hutches. One of the hens ran from behind the A-frame to about ten feet away from us, then began to flop around, though she had no apparent sign of injury. My daughter pointed it out to me, and I said, “that one is going to die.” We went away to the shop to get a couple of tools and there was that hen, lay there as dead as can be. I told my daughter to go toss the hen into the pig pen, so she did without reservation, which I thought was pretty good for an eight year old. We have no idea why the hen died. Maybe she was somehow trampled by one of the geese? There was really nothing apparent to indicate it.

And now I bid you, goodnight.

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Facebook Still

Three days ago I looked into Facebook to see what it is like now, and I think it took four swiped with humb over the screen of my cellphone to realize I still need to be away from it. Opinions are best kept quiet, which is what leads me to continue to be Facebook still. I don’t want to be a contributor. Folks can vote for who best suits them, they can wear a mask or not. They can do as they please in thier own privacy. But the constant nagging on and on about it all makes them all that crazy uncle who everyone dreads sitting next to at Thanksgiving. Not wanting to contribute to that noise, and also feeling fairly intolerant to stupidity, I remain off.

I am also a bit fed up of meme thinking, and the expression of opinions through simple memes which convey a minimal amount of logic that may seem irrefutable to the person posting it, but cannot be taken at more than face value because it comes with the authority of a photograph, itself a thousand words. No, there is more to life than that, and thoughts are hopefully much deeper, and worth greater expression.

I wonder if Dawkins ever felt insulted by the simplicity of the meme? Especially when he was sat at cocktails with his friend, Rushdie?

People are more complex than all that. At least I hope so. “Like” if you agree!

Today is busy putting up new curtain rods, speakers for one of the main rooms, and wiring them in for proper sound distribution, if I get around to that part. We’ll see. I am not quite a s young as I used to be. Missus just came in and had a look at theowork so far, and is very happy with the progress up to now, so that is assurance to move forward. I wanted to stop for a rest break, and to check with on some concenrs I had. We are good, it is time to go!

Maybe a snack along the way would do wonders for motivtion, too?

Covid-19 is still spreading, and even with some people vaccinated, there is not enough for herd immunity, and with variants, it is still very important to wear a mask and wash your hands. Still don’t touch your face. We are not out of the woods yet, and being eager to go out and have fun isn’t what’s going to fix this. We all are. We need to take it easy a bit longer, get some of the answers we need, and be ready to take the next steps to keep the virus from spreading. It may seem fine to relax and be free, and it may seem fine to watch others and think they will get theirs, but that thinking changes when it hits the people you know, the people you love, and they become ill, and have long term effeects, including death. It’s just a piece of cloth, and it is the absolute least thing we can do to protect ourselves, and eachother. If you are wearing a maks, and if you have gotten vaccinated, you have my respect. If you cannot pull off either of those things, well, your thinking is not new. It is not safe. Safe is not unAmerican, and it is not a bad word. The first promise is Life, then Liberty and the Persuit of Happiness. It is all no good if you can’t have the first, though. And after this point, if you still beg to differ, then I have got nothing for you. I hope you make it, and I’ll see you after the Pandemic is fully contained and we are dealing with it as truly as relatively minor as the flue.

Finally; micro-chips in the vaccine so the government can track you? Seriously? Why would they give you one for free when you won’t put down the one you pay for? Yeah, I need to stay off Facebook! Some people are unbearably stupid.

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Again with the tests

So here is the problem with the WordPress image uploads. One came out stretched to a square and looks horrible. The bottom one came out just fine, but the image is set at a max size of 600×600, which is tiny and not cool of a site that belongs to someone who loves photography. This is what I have been fighting with sine the ability to upload an image in the first place was fixed on my site.

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Mornings

The alarm goes off at 4AM.  I have to calculate that into my eight hours of sleep.  Less than eight, and I am not performing the highwire act in the circus that day.  Best keep my feet on the ground and a pillow nearby.  If I ge the eight hours depends on me getting back to sleep. 

But my brain gets busy some mornings long before my body has recouped and is ready.

This morning my brain is curious if the two hours or so I spent on with tech support yesterday was worth it? Before bed I started having troubles uploading images to this site again. It seems to be an intermittent fault. The question is, is it the software, or the operator? Or is it the hosting platform? The setting I saw for size was at 512 megabytes. The other concerns is file permissions in the directory structure on the back end.

There are other things to occupy my mind, too. Many other things much more important than website operability have my noggin knocking nuggets around.

Next thing up is how to turn some of my firewood gathering into an occupation. Large quantities means I can sell firewood, and smaller quantities means objects made from pieces of firewood. There are tools to be had, and some of them are expensive, but profit potential rises with their acquisition. I still need to collect a full season ahead, too, just to have burning wood that is seasoned. One of those tools thus, is a tractor and grapple to handle a lot of the lifting, as I am not getting any younger. Another is a sawmill to get boards for furniture. On the cheaper end comes a planer for a first rough of board thickness, which I can finish with good hand planes which each cost nearly as much as an electric planer. Anyway, look, if I am going to have so much wood going through this little farm, I should be making the best use of it, right down to getting a chipper to make mulch with.

They say death and taxes are unavoidable. Around here it is death, taxes, disappointment, and winter…

… and lack of sleep.

(Pictures uploaded! But they are still coming up in square rather than at the proper aspect ratio, and require correcting after original posting.)

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Trying The Spoke Shave & Working On The Farm

I recieved the Lie Nielsen spoke shave in the mail the other day, and no sooner I did, I was out to the firewood stack and grabbed a piece, took it to the shop, and split it with my froe. I went right to work on the thin piece I had extracted from the firewood with the spoke shave, and eventually added in my pocket knife, then a little bit of sand paper. I must have spent two hours on it, and I let the wood guide me to make what it wanted to be.

What came out was this spatula, which is about the limit for me with the cutting tools available. So, I had a look again at spoon carving knives, and settled on Deepwoods carving tools, which are hand made by a fellow at his home shop. That reflects the modern Main Street USA model that I would like to wedge into with any sales of my own, so I paid it forward to him and bought his tools. They are not even made yet as of this writing, and I look forward to recieving them when he gets a chance to work out in his shop and make up my order.

When I get the tools, I look forward to trying spoon carving for the first legitimate time. I also plan on doing some finishing work on the spatula pictured here. I’d like to cut down the length, and get it down from the 16 inches the piece of firewood was when I cleaved it out.

In addition to woodcarving, I have had a few other spring projects on my plate, such as making the back pasture accessible by vehicle. The canal is at the top of that field, and the canal company has dumped tailings from their annual cleanup along their road access, making the side too steep to get down in our truck. I had them clean up after themselves, but they still never restored any of the slope so I could actually get into the field with the truck. If one of my animals were to die in that field, it would be inaccessible, and I would end up having to let it decay there, which I am not happy about. So We got out the shovels and got to work leveling down the slope.

By “we,” I mean my eight year old and me. She is not a lot of help, but good for moral support!

‘We’ also repaired a broken slat in the bridge across the canal, which the horse fell into a couple of years back. The horse has been petrified of the bridge since, so I hope that by repairing it, she will now find her own way over it.

We put the board back as it was still long enough to span the I-beams and then put redwood pieces over it to add strength. The redwood came from an old feeder that was lay in the other end of the same field.

Of course the week has also been filled with the usual things, such as home schooling the little ones, and keeping the garbage out and taking an old chair to the dunp, and things like that.

Another big project has been working on trying to figure out everything wrong with the new webhost, and the malfunctions there. I finally called tech support today and spent well over an hour on with an agent there, before she managed to sort everything out for me. This is the test post to see if it is working properly now. Regrettably it was such a long call that by the time it was done, we had both forgot to get her to tell me what sha had changed to fix the damn thing. But if is working, and the pictures upload properly, then all the sited should work as well as this one. But there is only one way to find that out for sure. Wish me luck.

There is still plenty to do for the week to come, and I have a lot of content to produce for the websites based on the new strategy. This post is also a part of that. Looking at keeping some of the more personal stuff here, and then making the posts for the farm site and the old-time economy site relevant and not quite as personal with droning on at end about things that have been beaten to death.

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Salvaging The Journal!

When I first started using WordPress, it was a fiasco involving downloading it from WordPress, then uploading it to a host via an ftp client, setting it up and setting up a sql database, including the encryption keys, and editing an adnmin file, then getting going on it. Now, with BlueHost, a person can have it installed in a moment right from the BlueHost servers, including managing the databases. It takes nothing at all, and is much faster than the hour spent on the old installations.

Then there is the time a person gets the bright idea to move to a new hosting service, and what do you know? The DNS is pointing to the new host before a person has finished opening up all of the WordPress installations at the old host, and getting the backups from them. How does a person get their computer to point to an old place where there is no longer a domain name for it, and open a page in situ with a browser, rather than by ftp? I got to learn all of that tonight, including editing a system file on my computer, and then working through five different suppoort agents at the host I am leaving, because they are having technical difficulties and keep getting cut off, so each new agent has to read what has already been done.

The problem was, when I did the edit on the system file, and they helped me find the information I needed to edit in to open a different website than the one the DNS is pointing to, I could get everything to download from every installation of WordPress I had on the host, except for one. And that one? It was the journal kept from birth of my twelve year old daughter.

When bedtime for the kids rolled around, I told my twelve year old daughter what was wrong, and you guessed it, she was none too excited about it at all.

I worked on it with the various agents and with the tools I had, and the advice they could give me, and the settings they could change for four hours in total. I even had one agent manage to get me to where I could see the journal on a proxy server, and I opened that on my tablet and took screen shots hoping we could retype the whole journal as a last ditch effort to save it.

One agent finally gave me a new IP address to edit into the hosts file in Windows system, and then got cut off from the chat just after I told her it didn’t work. Then I realized that the file had not saved because for some reason I was no longer in the text editor as an administrator, so I sorted that out, tried again, and son-of-a-bitch! It worked!

Sraight in, got the download, put it into the new journal, launched it, and golly, I hope my dear daughter knows how much I love her! I may also love some IT people just about as much! I wish the chat did not get cut off so I could say the most profond Thank You to someone called Amitha. Amitha made it happen! Kiry, I was ready to go all night if I had to! Luckily I didn’t have to, but I had no plans to stop baby girl, till it was done.

Admittedly, the pictures are not included, but I managed to get those in the ftp download I did the other day, so we should be fine and able to upload them later. But the text is there. All of it! All as it was originally written. The pictures should be easy to include. The site has a new design. I think you will like it baby girl. It is more mature, just like you.

Right, it is just after midnight, and I need to relax then get to sleep. I think I will sleep till 8:30 tomorrow. I have earned it.

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Well, 50

It doesn’t seem right. Fifty is pretty old, and I am just sure I am neither pretty, nor old. One of the best parts of the day apart from being with my immediate family, has been hearing from old friends wishing me a happy birthday. I love them all, and some are really special people. I wish I could gather them all up and share the day with them.

It has been so good to hear from a select few who I have known all the way back to elementary school, where we first met in grades three or five, when I moved to the same school twice during those years. It’s good to have so many years. It is good to look at their photos online and know just what they looked like and how they acted as kids. Some are great friends, some are best friends.

I have am sure that a mature man does not exist, but rather a man gets too old to get up to his old shenanigans.

I remember well a lady I met when I was just 23, and she was in her eighties, in an assisted living home in California. I don’t remember her name, but she used to enjoy my visits when I delivered her medications from the pharmacy I worked at while I was in college. We talked about life, and about aging one day, and she said that age is a funny thing, because in her mind she was still in her 20’s, but her body just wasn’t cooperating with that. I have found it strange that somewhere inside my head, I have always been every age I have ever been, and it is just my body that is getting older. Some folks out there are no doubt reading this and thinking, “Oh, you just wait.”

Another lady I met while working at the pharmacy was quite sad, and when I spoke with her, she said to me that she was eager to die. I could not understand why. When I asked, her reply was a sullen, “Because I am just so tired.” She was not litteraly tired. She was tired of life and all of the things that had happened to her during hers. She was tired of getting older and everyone she knew leaving before her. She was tired of loss and the changes in the world that made it so different to what it was when she was younger and spry, and happy.

As for me, I am just chugging along. Each day comes and goes. I am lucky to have young kids still at home, but I also am sad sometimes that I am so tired and sore that I cannot give them the play and fun I think they should have out of their father. They are the most amazing people, and I want so much for them to grow up happy and to live full lives. Their mom gives so much to make that happen. I wish I could give them more myself.

I had been really hoping to get a tractor for out little farm this year. Secretly, one of the big reasons I wanted one has been to pile snow up high for the girls to slide down, and to play on, or build ice castles out of. We have some repairs that have got to be done on the house, and it looks like those are going to wipe out that dream. I may be able to get one later, but the girls are growing up, and I am going to end up missing the older one’s childhood, and time when she would have enjoyed that. Obviously there are a hell of a lot of other reasons for a tractor, too, but that has been one reason I have been working so hard to try to make it happen this year.

Well, kids will grow up, all the same.

Fifty is a time for a bit of reflecting, I think. I mean, sure, it is just another number. But it is a pretty big number, and a round number, and a middle to late number, perhaps. I had a great-great-grandfather who lived from the late 1700’s to the early 1900’s. He wrote poetry on his hundredth birthday. Who knows, maybe this is just my midpoint reflection? Who knows how these things go? Pain is not an exciting prospect, but death doesn’t scare me. I have seen it’s face before. It’s not living that is frightening. Not living life while it is here! It is becoming the lady who is too tired to want to be here. It is giving up. That is the kind of thing that does not suit me at all.

So here we go. Thinking of old friends, thinking of kids, and also thinking of my dear wife, and how much she means to me, and how important she is in my life. Whatever happens in the next fifty years, I don’t know what to expect. One day, another, and another. “What ever happens, happens, and when it does, I’ll just happen along with it.”

I love the people in my life. I miss the old friends. I wish only to keep pressing on, and to not give up on it all, and never let the bad outweigh the good. I am tired. I am sore. I am in pain almost constantly, and really love and live during those few times when I am not. And sometimes life is just waiting time till the good times come again, and trying to keep a positive attitude. And if I am just too tired to get up to some old shenanigans, then I hope that all of what I can do is done with class. And that is where I am at now. Striving for a little class in the way I behave, and at least a little something for everyone I meet to smile. That’s is how I will continue to give them the love.

Anyway, this is rambling on and on now, and I need to stop boring you, reader. But if you are Russ, or Robin, you are still my best friends. If you are Adria, Andria, Sherly, you still amaze me. If you are someone I met through Facebook, thank you for being a part of my life, and I am glad to know you. If you are one of my siblings, good gawd, you are some of the best people I know, and the people I most want to spend time with aside from my wife and kids. If you are a new friend, I am hoping we can be old friends. If you are an old friend, I hope we can renew our friendship. Maybe you are a Wiccan, or maybe you are a scientist, or maybe I have celebrated Solstice with you at Stonehenge. Those are people who I have loved being with because you have intrigued me with your love of the Earth, and the adventurous spirit in you.

If you are nuts enough to live under the same roof as me, or you have in the past, you are the ones I live for every day. You are the ones who take my breath away. You are the ones I give my every ounce of love to. I want you to know that even though I tell you every day how much I love you, I cannot tell you enough.

Happy Birthday? Happy 50? Well, it has been a good ride so far, and I am happy to try for another 50. I am grateful for every day, anyway.

Time.

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Springtime In The Rockies

What the Devil is this tomfoolery?  It was 60 degrees yesterday!

I think this may be the bset snowfall we have had since before Christmas! It’s been such a dry winter. While it’s still winter now, it is behaving like mid spring weather. The seasons have been all wrong to their normal expectations. To me, at least. Remember, this is Cache Valley. Winters here go deep and long. Tree rings here show signs that it used to be much wetter here than it has been the last twenty years. Climate change? Probably.

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