Life and times of a new farmer/homesteader
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I had a couple people ask about messenging (is that a word?
messeging? meesaging? I don't know...) me, and my messenger
has been acting up. Reinstalled it, and it works. Just had
a great conversation with someone here, in fact. I'm on Yahoo IM
as zoggypdx. I'll add it to my profile. I am ALWAYS
invisible, but if I am on here, I'm probably going to be on there too,
uless I start having problems again.. Long story (my being
invisible,) has to do with my stalker. Might tell it someday,
probably not though. I do disconnect often though, and if you are
chatting with me and I don't answer for a while, please be patient :)I'm making biscuits for dinner (don't know what else, maybe just biscuits.) They're from a tube. I don't know, I saw them at the little market up the road today, and I have never made a good biscuit. Not saying these are good, but I felt like biscuits. Maybe I'll make some sausage gravy for them, maybe I'll eat them with cheese. I don't know. Biscuit recipes would be appreciated. I don't know why mine always end up bad, I'm good at bread, most of the time. Welcome to the weekend. (They are playing the "weekend" song on my local radio station. They play it every Friday at 5:00 PM. Switching to Glide. "Nothing matters but the weekend, from a Tuesday point of view...") I went to the market to have lunch in their cafe. Good lunch. Onion rings and a chicken sandwitch. I wanted to thank my chicken guard, who fed and watered my chickens while I was away. I grabbed some food while I was there, biscuits and a chicken rub, plus a pigs ear for Polly. I got some yellow mustard too. I don't know, I don't normally eat yellow (read American) mustard, as I prefer dijon or homemade or Chinese, but I have a craving. I don't know what I'm going to eat it on... maybe biscuits? Went into town to get plumbing stuff. Forgot glue. Going back to town tomorrow, for that and a cable saw, as one of the pipes I have to cut is between the floor joists, and a real pain with a hacksaw. I'll probably pick up a couple more things while I'm there. Drop off a resume. They didn't remind me of glue, which is still my fault, but they could use a good helper that knows how to be a great clerk in a hardware store. You have to beat the big boys with convenience and service. And I know service, at least in a hardware store. Thanks mom. She's the pro, she taught me a ton. Other than that, and playing with Polly and the chickens, I really just spent a bunch of time online looking for a job. There aren't many around. Maybe I'll spend the weekend trying to invent something I can sell online. Nothing comes to mind, although I have a couple little electronic projects that might be worth something to someone. I don't know. I don't need much money, I just need a small steady income. And I need my time. I'm not working 60 hours a week or commuting for four hours a day. Maybe I can find a job pumping gas. In Oregon you can't pump your own gas. Wierd law, I know, but it could have possibilities for a fairly mindless job. I don't know about being around gas fumes all day though. Ok, scratch that. Maybe I'll find a good zen job, like washing dishes. Just needs to be part time, minimum wage. Just enough for gas, electricity, and phone. Food would be nice, but not necessary. More livestock would be nice too. I so want rabbits and pigs this year. Broke out the Bible today. Going to read it again. I'm at a different place in my life than where I was the last time I read it. I'll learn different stuff. I have a different perspective. It will be good for me. After that, I'll probably read the Art of War by Sun Tzu. Then maybe the Quran. We'll see. Those should take about a year. I read about six books at any time, on different subjects, plus magazines and newspapers. Maybe only a hundred pages at a sitting, and maybe only once every few days, but always lots of different books. I was timed once at reading 750 words a minute, and I don't know if that's fast or not, but I get alot of reading in. Rarely fiction anymore. I just can't get into it. I need knowledge, not fantasy. It used to be a great escape though. I do end up reading lots of poetry though. I guess that's my escape, although one could argue that seed catalogs are my escape. Maybe philosophical and religeous texts are my escape. I don't know. Better than many ways to escape though. Well, the biscuits are done. Until later, Blessings. Raymond { Last Page } { Page 105 of 181 } { Next Page } |
