My intention was to survive this year being a normal student, completely devoted to my academic work (hahahaha) and then to make a drastic change, move out to the woods, and start doing everything from scratch. Well, actually I planned to at least build a temporary structure and run some soil tests before the building process, but I am now an intern, for which I am forever grateful, but that means the focus of August has gone from homesteading to puppets. Progress on the house has halted, (in fact we may be getting a different piece of land with the small amount of house funds left, and I will start fund-raising when I am no longer a minor) but I am starting to see the iceberg tip of acquired homesteader skills. I made pickles!!! I really wanted more sweet clove pickles, and the pickle shop near me didn't have any sweet pickles at all, and Whole Foods is good for dried mangoes and key-lime pie, and everything else can be bought for less. Except for the scary goo monster at the bottom of the jar, they came out well. I think the goo climbed on them and made them a bit slimy, and I don't know what that is and I don't like it, but that was nothing that couldn't be remedied with fingers. I don't think I've ever eaten pickles on things before, and this experiment reinforced the idea that pickles are best enjoyed straight up. Then I started eating lemon sorrel and grass in my friend's backyard and weaving pitiful little baskets; back to nature!!
I've also developed a terrible addiction to the free section on Craigslist, and as a result I've traded my bed for a chaise longue, and I woke up at 6am to get to Coney Island so I could pick up a bird cage before internwork started. My boss is cool, she lets me store the random stuff I pick up in the lobby. But, let me cease my ramblings; after procuring a cage we decided to move ahead on the quail project, and now the eggs, having arrived six days early, are sitting on the counter waiting to be incubated. We did not expect them this early, so now we have to scramble for supplies. We are making our own incubator, and our own feed, and brooder. There will be an organized report on all this if things go well. We are also getting another cat. And I've been looking into corn snakes... oh no, I will end this post before discussing the benefits of Capuchin finger monkeys, and rats. Good night/morning.
I've also developed a terrible addiction to the free section on Craigslist, and as a result I've traded my bed for a chaise longue, and I woke up at 6am to get to Coney Island so I could pick up a bird cage before internwork started. My boss is cool, she lets me store the random stuff I pick up in the lobby. But, let me cease my ramblings; after procuring a cage we decided to move ahead on the quail project, and now the eggs, having arrived six days early, are sitting on the counter waiting to be incubated. We did not expect them this early, so now we have to scramble for supplies. We are making our own incubator, and our own feed, and brooder. There will be an organized report on all this if things go well. We are also getting another cat. And I've been looking into corn snakes... oh no, I will end this post before discussing the benefits of Capuchin finger monkeys, and rats. Good night/morning.