Wine, that is. This evening is the final stage before bottling: stabilizing and clearing. Everything has been mixed in, the carboy is topped off, and the bung is back on with the airlock. Another 14 days or so, and hopefully the wine will have cleared appropriately and we’ll be able to bottle into 375mL bottles, . . . → Read More: Clearing
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Since I’m partially incapacitated, thanks to whatever the hell I did to my back, I had to turn on the bat signal to get some labor for the ranch. My sister is coming over Friday to haul dirt around to the places I need it to fill in the frames I reconfigured so I can . . . → Read More: Lining up the help Not the guard dog(s), no, even though they’re not much in the way of guarding anything. It’s typical for me to hear something outside before they do – but then again, it’s typical for me to hear something before anyone, so that isn’t terribly surprising. The temp is changing. Fast. It was 80 here today, . . . → Read More: Changing of the guard Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.
Awesome. (Can’t embed this one – go look, though, it’s worth it.)
Awesome.
. . . → Read More: A post of utter awesomeness And a grey, chilly, rainy day. A break in our streak of springlike weather around here, but this too shall pass. In a few days we’ll have 80 degree temps with showers here and there – perfect time to go start seeding the areas I’ve set aside as forage areas for the bees. By the . . . → Read More: It was a dark and stormy night The bulk of my day has been spent sitting with my laptop, working away, watching various shows on Animal Planet involving cute baby animals. Not a terrible way to spend the day, even with the occasional interruption from someone who wants to know why a brand spanking new domain isn’t visible everywhere on the web, . . . → Read More: Cute overload This weekend’s plan: nothing out in the garden that involves lifting, pulling, or otherwise working the muscles in my back. That essentially means wandering around making mental notes of all the things that still need to be done and what will be going where. And lots and lots of work on the “real” business. The . . . → Read More: More enforced idleness Last night at the GOP debate (part eleventy-two), the audience booed birth control. I suggest they all be given a delightful parting gift of a child to adopt. To sum it all up: crappy. This morning I headed to the doctor for an appointment scheduled to talk about the near-constant fatigue I’ve been feeling lately. I’m sleeping a lot more than I usually do, too – usually, it’s 4-5 hours, but lately it’s been 8-9. Those who know me know these things are . . . → Read More: How was your day, dear? The pool? Just the top of the outside trash can, covered in pollen and dirt. What’s odd is that there are no marks of a reposition to jump off – apparently he (she?) just took off from this position. |
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