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The collected nonsense of an Appalachian farmer

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   Hello, folks! This is an update of a prior pinned introduction post. As you can probably tell at first glance, the primary focus of my blog is farm and nature related. I live in the western end of Maryland, USA in the Appalachian mountains. My USDA growing zone is 6, but we have zone 7 less than an hour’s drive east and zone 5 less than an hour’s drive west, so our weather can be a little inconsistent.

  I am in the 55-ish age category, I have a husband, a teen daughter, and a twenty-something son plus a slew of kids’ friends, girl or boyfriends, cousins, and random passersby. I never know who I’ll be feeding dinner to on any given day!

  Our ‘farm’ is not commercial; in fact, the large majority of the acreage is in a natural state (on a rather steep mountain) and only a few acres are devoted to our garden, orchard, and pasture. I have kept cows, both milk and beef, but at the moment our field is home to our horse, Hero and an obnoxious goat named Nutmeg. The chickens do not have names. Pet-wise we have four [spoiled] cats and two excellent farm dogs.

  Other things I post about sometimes include my paintings and drawings, the massive cleanup effort at my late father’s farm, the local school system, solarpunk, and sometimes health stuff or adhd. Bad puns happen; no apologies will be given!

   I’m weary and sorrowful from the trauma. Of my hooman sitting on the sofa. She knows I don’t like to be on the sofa. I needed pettins and I tried standing on the furniture next to the sofa to screme. I tried standing on the chair to screme. I did not get pettins because. My hooman was on the sofa! I had to actually get on the sofa myself - i hate the sofa - to get the pettins that i needed. She is heartless. Life is so hard.

Hero horse

   Hero very much enjoys a type of broad-leafed grass that grows at the edge of the forest and not in his pasture. And do I take him out of the pasture and stand there with him while he happily chomps on deertongue grass? Yes, yes I do. With Nutmeg interfering in any way she possible can.

(the grass IS sometimes greener on the other side of the fence)

Heck yeah

Works for gators too

Will never forget seeing a gator climb a fence in Florida when I was 10

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Gators can WHAT

   So, out of curiosity, I checked the price of pvc pipe at Lowes. A 10-ft piece of small, 1.5″ diameter pipe was over 5$ each, while the larger, 4″ diameter piece was $50 for a ten-ft section. So, assuming that you need one of each for this system, and your yard is 30 x 50 feet, it would cost about 55 x (3 + 3 + 5 + 5) = $880 just for the pipe, not the wire or the fence underneath. But let’s say you get a bit of a discount for buying bulk, call it $704 instead. That’s really still a whopping amount. And try to imagine how much it would cost to enclose an entire sheep pasture boggles the mind. Not that, say coyotes eating your sheep or gators climbing into your yard would be without cost. But, wow.

Amaranth

   The garden is full of lambsquarter and amaranth/pigweed. I cook lambsquarter every year, and prefer it to spinach, but I’d never tried amaranth before. I was just going to boil it briefly, but decided to look up a recipe instead. I was pretty happy with this site, both for background info on amaranth and also the basic ‘wilt in a skillet with oil’ recipe

Pretty tasty - I will definitely do this again.

Cell business

   Strange business/legal question here, if anyone has an answer. Some time ago my husband and I got a phone for our daughter. Needless to say, she was well under 18 when this occurred. The number she was assigned had previously belonged to an “Ashley.” You may be able to see where I’m going, here.

   Obviously we know nothing about this woman, other than her former phone #. She could literally be dead for all we know (and that would explain why she never updated her contact info with a bunch of businesses). However, my daughter started getting a near endless stream of business/medical calls for Ashley. No matter how many time she told, for example, XYZ Pharmacy that the number no longer belonged to their client, they just kept calling. It turned into a Catch-22 where when we told the company we weren’t their client, they refused to change Ashley’s contact info in their database because we weren’t authorized to make changes to Ashley’s account, but - well, that’s just bonkers.

   Now, this situation has largely resolved, but it took WAY too long, and it eventually dawned on me that this sort of thing must be fairly common. Does anyone know anything about how to disconnect your phone number from a prior owner’s accounts? Does everybody getting a new number go through this?

I love this, though, because my favorite thing about Superman is he isn’t Batman. I love Batman too, but Superman isn’t a dude who decided to live his life in pursuit of a vendetta against society when he was eight and then just did nothing for the next two decades but get super jacked, become the world’s greatest detective, and memorize every strategy used by every winner in every field of competition in history. Superman is a very good-hearted person who knows how to bale hay, use AP Stylebook, and break meteors into manageable bite-sized pieces by hitting them real hard. And I’m not saying Superman isn’t smart. He’s a bright guy, he’s just not like, one of the celebrated geniuses of the DC Universe. The best thing about Superman is he is basically a normal dude who happens to be orders of magnitude stronger than anyone else. Normal dudes have brain farts. Normal dudes are presented with a life-or-death situation they have less than four seconds to resolve and make a decision that is not optimal. Normal dudes aren’t typically asked to rescue a child from a 10,000 ton machine bearing down on him at 85mph, but if they were, they would probably sometimes panic a little and do dumb shit like ruin a train when they could have just whisked the child to safety.

I think sometimes Superman makes the wrong decision, not necessarily to the result of extreme catastrophe, but something like this, where everyone is standing around clapping and cheering and the kid’s parents are weeping in gratitude and they want to pose for a picture for the 6 o’ clock news with Superman and the conductor, and in the crowd someone is like “Why didn’t he fly the kid out of the way?” and rather than rolling with the fact that the emperor is naked his friend just says “Shut up, Drew, it’s Superman.”

And then, because I also love Batman for very different reasons, I imagine that later on the same day Bruce Wayne gets a phone call and Clark Kent is like “Hey, Wayne, I uh, need a favor.”

“Do you now.”

“Yeah, I, uh, kind of owe the Union Pacific Railroad $60,000.”

“Oh, and why’s that?”

“Come on, don’t do this to me. It was all over the news.”

“I’m prepared to write you a no-strings-attached check for the full amount on the condition that you explain your entire thought process from beginning to end.”

Anyway, that’s why I like Superman.

I think this is very accurate. One time a tree fell on me in the forest and while it would have made more sense to simply jump to the side and avoid it my idiot brain went through the fight-or-flight options and apparently chose fight, so I reached out my hand and caught the tree, then dropped it on the ground beside me. Ended up fracturing my wrist and wondering why the fuck my brain thought that was the best option for survival. I don’t think people are good at really weighing the optimal choices in moments of crisis. 

Bruce: “New Justice League policy. I am willing to pay for whatever damages you guys do in the name of justice and saving lives, but you have to write up a report detailing how the damage occured, including your thought process. Every once in a while, I will complie them into a presentation that we will go through as a whole to determine how you could have mitigated the collateral damage.”

Clark: “This is going to be a ‘name and shame’ type of thing, isn’t it?”

Bruce, lying through his teeth: “Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. This is to improve ourselves.”

The ones who admit “I don’t know what happened here” get a pass on shaming but they still get the alternative suggestions list

And on nights when he really needs a break, Bruce pulls those presentations out, watches the video, and laughs his tits off.

Forget the edgy “batman contingency: here’s how I’d kill all my friends” that’s all over YouTube Shorts, THIS is the series I want to see!

Will Smith Will Smith Will Smith

Hancock STOPS the train. Like an idiot.

College

   DeaR lORd today was the orientation at my daughter’s college. I did NOT know that they also had 5 hours worth of presentations for the PARENTS to sit through. I was sort of planning to read books in the library and stroll the grounds while she did her orientation. Nope!

   And, apparently, I now have a part-time job filling out forms. More forms. More than the ones I’ve already done. So many forms.

   One of the more notable little tidbits of advice the dean gave us was that they expect 3 - 4 hours study time outside of class for every hour IN class. Does. Does she know how to do math. I do. Let’s see:

(1 hr in class + 3 hrs outside) x 15 credit hours = 60 hr work week. Six ten hour days. For a teenager.

(1 hr + 4 hrs) x 15 cr hr = 75 hour work week

   Now I very much know that they ‘fudge’ these numbers and when they tell you 4 they actually mean 2, because they’re trying to mentally outmaneuver the students. Same often occurs with medical advice, etc. However, I think I would much rather hear the actual number of hours that an ‘average’ student should be studying. And I think they should be very, very aware that there are some students who will need more time than the average (that is how averages work!) and adjust their expectations accordingly. Like, if an average student needs to work 60 hrs per week, what is going to happen to the kid who takes more time to do assignments and readings? (I know the answer to this, because I’ve been dealing with it for three yrs now with my son)

   And make sure you do a sport! And join clubs and organizations! And do internships! hmmmmmm.

   Anyhoo. When I was in college we were told to spend 2 hours outside class for every hour in. A 45-hr work week. Reasonable and do-able. I generally got done in much less time, because I worked FAST, but I needed lots of time for farm chores and helping out my disabled mother and much younger brother. It all worked out.

   We got some more rain today, starting before dawn. Very welcome (but the weeds in the garden that were ‘holding back’ because it was dry are going to exPLODE).

   My favorite part of yesterday’s marathon college orientation* was walking from the library to the dining hall. There are rain gardens here and there to capture runoff from the buildings and parking lots. The one by the library was, in my opinion, just LOVELY. It had scads of milkweed and dogbane, butterfly weed, clumps of tough wetland grasses, nigella, wild primrose (maybe?) and some other things. So pretty, and so useful.

   I have to spend most of the next three days getting ready for the big family picnic that I host every year. It is always fun (except last year, when it was re-purposed into a memorial service), but SO much work.

* It was. SO MUCH too much!

College

   DeaR lORd today was the orientation at my daughter’s college. I did NOT know that they also had 5 hours worth of presentations for the PARENTS to sit through. I was sort of planning to read books in the library and stroll the grounds while she did her orientation. Nope!

   And, apparently, I now have a part-time job filling out forms. More forms. More than the ones I’ve already done. So many forms.

   My son and I started de-junking this basement mess last summer - and then took a long pause because he was very much overworked at school. Last week we got back to it. Mostly him, actually; I got him started and then left him to it. I need a new picture; it looks SO MUCH better, now. He has gotten over halfway back (and also some stuff that was behind me when I took this photo. Good thing we have a dumpster. I went to look at his progress this evening, and I was so happy.

   Also, he found a big glass jug labeled - no, not moonshine -   “sulfuric”. I. Uh. I don’t know what to. Do with a gallon. Of concentrated sulfuric acid. ??   !

Neighbors

   When I first met ‘R’ I was about ten and he was fourteen - and chasing my frantic, frightened four-yr-old brother on his dirt bike. My friend and I picked up walnuts (not an insubstantial weapon) and chucked them at him to make him leave my brother alone. That was the opening salvo in a long-running confrontational relationship.

   Water long under the bridge, now. He is in his late 50s and the primary care-giver for his elderly mom (she’s a sweetie.) We both still live in this little valley. When I took some of the surplus of peonies and iris up to her last week, he offered me some of the chicks he’d just hatched.

   When I went back to get the chicks a few days later, he brought the little horde of multicolored fluffballs out for me to chose. I HOPE I didn’t get four roosters! Then we just - stood in the yard and talked for half an hour. He hadn’t heard any of the details of my father’s passing. I hadn’t heard anything about the untimely loss of his sister-in-law (from Covid) and the fact that he himself had a heart attack last September. He nearly died of it because he didn’t have enough breath to call out to his partner, who was asleep upstairs. Then, once he was rushed to the er and then to the cardiac unit, he found that his nurse was another nearby neighbor. She told him, “Oh, I’m married to AG, I live just down the road from you. Sorry, but I’m going to have to Shave You now.” His rendition of this story was hilarious in the extreme.

   The chicks are doing well. They had some supervised outside time after the rain let up today. They were pissed to be brought back inside. There are so many leafs! Also, ants are tasty.

   I think we need a word other than ‘gossip’ to describe these sorts of conversations. It wasn’t gossip. But it was good and useful.

Okay, so, an announcement that's been long delayed:

The spouse and I are merchanting at Pennsic

Yep. We're sharing a booth (and the work and expenses) with friends. Jacob and I and the other couple are the primaries, but all told, we will be representing 3 lampworkers, a blacksmith/glass painter, a very impressive leather worker, a games maker, and a maker of reproduction jewelry. We have a large corner booth and will be running a torch and doing both lampworking and glass painting demos. The bookkeeping will be an absolute nightmare.

We're in it for the fun and the experience. We'll be working hard, but we'll be hanging out with a lot of cool people, doing a lot of educating, and having a lot of great conversations. Oh yeah and putting beautiful things out into the world for everyone to enjoy. We would like to make more than expenses, but if we don't, it won't impact the family budget, just maybe our pride.

If you're here seeing this and also going to Pennsic, I very much hope you'll stop by Caravan Creations and introduce yourself! (And spend money.)

Some more info here:

It looks so fun! I hope you have time to get an accounting degree between now and then, op!

   Also, I note in the website the the SCA has an official bullying policy. I did NOT go read it, because many of the folks attending will be armed with swords, and I prefer to use my imagination as to what the bullying policy entails.

Sunhat

   I finished up the blanket stitch on the sunhat! Now my face and neck can be shaded and my hair can be away from my neck (and also helping to hold the hat in place). I used cobalt blue and aqua embroidery thread, and ‘wove’ the aqua under and around the cobalt. I sure hope I don’t lose it.

Black and White

   I have a painting I did probably ten years ago that I always liked, but it never seemed to get much interest at shows or events. Two border collies playing, fall landscape, a (painted) border of autumn leaves. Just got a note that someone wants it, and I’m delighted it will have a home.

   Between that and the recent large commission I accepted, I’m having a good week! Which is good, because things have been very slow art-wise since Covid. Gosh, you can really see how much Lucy loved Chance. He was just a young dog, here. Full of bounces and bites!