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May. 26th, 2017

Olde Liberty Fiber Faire

Due to extenuating circumstances, as of May 25, 2017, Mark and I are no longer associated with the Olde Liberty Fiber Faire, in any way.


Actions have been taken by other people without the consent and knowledge of the full committee, and as a result, created a negative atmosphere that I, Mark, and several others want no part of.


As a fiber artist who has not only participated in this faire as a vendor the last 2 years, but also was on the committee for the last year+, I cannot, in good conscience, any longer recommend this faire to other fiber related people as a place to be a vendor at.

I thank those vendors who participated in this year's faire. Maybe I'll see you at other events in the future.
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May. 18th, 2017

Adventures in home ownership.

Dear Leo-

When I flip back the rug to reveal the cellar door, since I need to go down into i and check a breaker, I realise it's a new, unexplored patch of floor, but really buddy, I don't need you standing on said door.

There's a reason you were babygated with Caena into the kitchen. And that's because the cellar really is no place you need to investigate.

Sorry, buddy, but its not happening.

*sigh*

Note to self- don't run the hose to water the garden *and* the washer at the same time. The well pump doesn't like it and will quit, requiring an apparent breaker reset to get it to start up again.


I'm thinking we really need a higher horsepower pump, honestly. Water pressure isn't the best, and we have no idea how old it is- note to self, look into the paperwork on that, so we know.

Yeah, that was fun.


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May. 16th, 2017

In other news...

Picked up 2 more tomato plants ( both heirloom, Omar's Lebanese and Indigo Rose), 3 more kinds of peppers( 2 Cubanelle, 1Bhut Jolokia, 2 Ancho), 2 tomatillos, a Loofa squash, a spaghetti squash, a fennel and 2 salvia for the flowers.

That brings our tomatoes to 6-7 different varieties- Mr Stripey, Golden Pear, Chocolate Cherry, Cherokee Purple and one other I can't remember right now.

Peppers are now at 6 or 7 ( couple different bells, hot banana, Serrano, cayenne, jalapeno, habanero).

Cucumbers, green beans, butternut squash, spaghetti squash, watermelon, cantaloupe, cucumbers, various herbs... Yeah. Oh and sugar snap peas to be planted at the end of summer.

Which means, if everything produces and produces *well*, we won't need salsa, green chile sauce, pasta sauce, cukes (which will become refrigerator pickles), beans, zucchini, or squash this fall for a good long while. Heh.



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May. 15th, 2017

Dammit.

Last night, we heard a gunshot. Fairly close to the property. Given that the nearest neighbor we can see, has told us before that they do pistol training/target practice in their backyard, we didn't think too much of it, other than being really close. (And yes, we looked around and didn't see anything.)

Just now, on my way to the mailbox and back again, I had to fight* with both dogs to get them to keep walking past a certain area along the edge of the driveway, where the hayfield meets it.

They shot the damn fox last night and it died there. They mowed the hayfield around him, so I couldn't see it until the dogs beelined for it. (Which makes sense or the resulting mess could mess up the cutter *and* the hay.)

I get trying to keep wildlife from your chickens, what have you. But dammit, you *knew* we walk our dogs along the driveway. Why couldn't you have killed the fox at the pine tree line or something instead.

Now, we get to bury said fox tonight and hope it rains soon to wash away the scent, otherwise, *everytime* we walk the dogs through there until it does, it's going to be a battle with them.

* I literally had to take both by the collars and march them well passed the area, on the opposite side of the driveway.

Calling out the bullshit.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-39920676

One of the comments on the Facebook page by the asshole quoted, called me(female Marines) a 'barracks whore'.


One- I am not a damn bird. I do not belong to the avian species. Therefore, I cannot be a 'chick'. I am, however, a US Marine.

Two- I have never been a 'barracks whore'. *Because I refused to be one* is a reason I was given for not being allowed to stay on Okinawa (Camp Henoko/Schwab, where there were maybe a dozen female Marines to tens of thousands of male Marines) for another year, because I settled down with one guy- also a Marine- instead - whom I married and am *still married to, nearly 25 years later*.

Three- Enough with this bullshit 'women don't belong in combat/they don't have the biology for it1!' crap. It's been proven, over and over again, that it's just that- crap. That we can and do hold our own just as well as male Marines.

Four- the female Marine portrayed, is a Capt, a logistics officer who is combat decorated. THAT should be applauded, not degraded.

Semper Fi.
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May. 10th, 2017

Bring on the rain.

3 bags of organic garden soil was added to the center square of the garden layout. and 4 bags at 25 lbs each, of gravel was spread in the rain caused, larger holes along the drive.

Asparagus in now in the ground (it was in a big pot to get it started), as is the rhubarb(also started in a pot), the new lavender, one of the dill, the new rosemary, the old rosemary, 2 butterfly weed plants.

The green beans are coming up like gangbusters. Still need to get a couple more zucchini and cucumbers in the ground, but they need to get a bit bigger first. Tomatoes, other cucumbers, other squash, peppers, eggplant are all doing very well. We'll build out the rest of the garden layout this summer and next year, expand what we plant.

And so far, the wildlife has left the garden alone. Heh.

Had to move a giant! Wolf spider out of the garden bed too. She was guarding her rather large eggsack and was non too pleased that I'd disturbed her.

After apologizing profusely (*after* exclaiming, holy shit, you're huge! She was easily 2" front to back), I carefully scooped her up with the shovel and, still apologizing, transfered her to a clump of blackberry canes.

I think she'll be much happier and safer there.



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Dear Leo-

If you're standing in front of my chair, I can't sit down to put my boots on.

If you're trying to lick my toes, I can't put my socks on, and I can't put my boots on.

If you're sniffing the crap out of said boots, trying to stick your head in them, again, I can't put them on.

If you're trying to lick my hands, I can't tie the laces on my boots that I finally got on.

If I can't tie the laces on the boots, I can't take you outside to play.


We've been through this, buddy. Daily. Sometimes several times a day.



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