
This barn was full of 184 bales of hay; they were all transported from the wagon into the barn, and then from the barn up into the hayloft, by the two of us, this weekend.

This barn was full of 184 bales of hay; they were all transported from the wagon into the barn, and then from the barn up into the hayloft, by the two of us, this weekend.

by E. B. White
I have no idea how this disjointed mess became a classic of children’s literature. (
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I’m so depressed. I feel like I pissed away these past two weeks. The windows project is never going to end. It’s raining. We ordered and paid for hay that hasn’t been delivered. Milkweed has been off his feed for going on two weeks. I don’t want to do my live video tomorrow. Warm weather is over. I can’t sleep anymore without chemicals. I have to go back to work Monday morning. My work iPhone locked me out. and Oh! we live in a failed state and soon we will all know more & more people who have gotten seriously ill or died from our constant companion the virus.
I do poorly under conditions of uncertainty.
I need to quit Facebook and I need to quit the news. I MEAN IT.
I asked my friends, if any of them started talking about the debate, to please not talk to me about it. And of course they obliged. But when I tried to look at my FB feed that’s all it was! It’s all national politics. I wish there were no such thing as cross-posting. If everyone had to think up their own things whenever they wanted to share, there’d be so much less talk about anything.
National politics is a dumb game. I don’t care if I’m called a coward or willfully ignorant. It’s such a stupid shitshow. How little of it actually trickles down to affect our lives? I’m not saying I won’t vote. I’m saying I’m not tuning into the soap opera.
And I know the fault’s with me. I look at FB or the news telling myself I won’t read anything about Trumpass, but I do. I realize it’s an addiction. That’s why I’m trying to hold myself accountable here.

My display this year is set up in the mudroom, whence I will be participating in the Virtual Fair.
I’m not going to wear the Party Goat shirt, though.
Me doing nothing on my screen porch this morning:

And my entire carrot crop:


by Ken McNab
A chronicle of Beatle trivia for the year 1969. There was a lot more about the business angle than i was prepared to digest, and McNab does very little to clarify exactly what is going on (who the hell is “Nems”? what exactly is ‘Northern Songs”?). I had little choice but to glaze over during some of the business dealing discussions; I TRIED to figure out the answers to my questions by using the index, thinking it was just my lazy inattentiveness that was the problem; but no, it’s him. In fact he never really introduces Nems or Northern Songs properly; I guess we’re just supposed to know who they are. I get that John, Paul, George, and Ringo need no introduction, and it was fine to throw us right in the middle of January 1969 with little backstory insofar as the personal angle. But I really felt like I had missed some prequel volumes.
It was also repetitive. E.g. I get what a great song “Something” was.
I learned plenty of fun facts though.
– The ending medley on ABBEY ROAD, probably my favorite Beatle “song”, was recorded the week I was being born.
– “Because” is in 9-part harmony. Because they did not have 9 tracks available to tape on, John, Paul, & George had to sing three of the parts together on one track. They had not had to harmonize like that together in years, but they could still do it, even though they hated each other.
– George recorded the guitar solo to “Something” on the same track with the orchestra.
– John wanted “Cold Turkey” to be a Beatle song and actually thought it had great single potential.
– “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)” which I always liked and Xopher always hated (“It just goes on forever”) just goes on forever because it’s actually two different takes back to back. John couldn’t decide which one he wanted so he used both of them.
I love learning tidbits about what went on behind the actual recording of the soundtrack to my brain. (
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I feel like today was god’s way of telling me, “I got your back.”

Spun it. It wasn’t fun. It was full of noils. Horribly bump amateurish yarn as a result. Bet the hat will be just fine though.

The absolutely unbelievably idyllic setting would be reason enough.
But I need. I want. I am drawn. I want to work those looms.

by Jake Wolff
A teen-age boy loses his lover, his chemistry teacher, and inherits his journals, which give us all the backstory of his pursuit of the secret elixir of eternal life. It’s always nice to read a book about scientists rather than more writers and writers thinly disguised as artists. This book had a lot of action and mystery, which isn’t what I was expecting from the beginning. The plot seemed to hold together well, though I did get confused about a lot of things, so don’t hold me to that. In the end, though, I didn’t really care very much. (
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