After a cruel and sadistic Spring-like weekend, Ms. Hyde (aka Ma Nature) is gearing up to drop the Polar Vortex on us again. All that's done so far is to turn the Little Lucky into an un-Olympic skating rink. The natives are getting restless.
Thomasina continues to lay an egg every other day. Now that I know he's a she, there were tons of clues that I missed. She never tried to fly up in a tree. She never developed a 'gobble'. No carbuncle. My overall egg count is up, but erratic - three eggs one day, 16 the next. And my egg customer count has increased, so they are finally paying their own way. For now. Even my only child, Scrappy, gets a loosely scrambled egg every morning for breakfast.
Speaking of Scrappy, he seems to have settled in to only-child status. He is even more tolerant of the Boyz. I have decided to just spoil him rotten, take him everywhere with me (we had an exciting trip through the car wash on Saturday - he barked at all the machines) and wait until another dog finds us. It is the best way to adopt, I think. Unless I happen upon a dachshund that is. Or a Scottish Deerhound. Neither is likely, so he's safe for now.
Last night I finally made it up to the knitting group at the library. As I sat with this nice group of women (including my sister from different parents, Melanie), I realized what a duck out of water I am. In some circles. The conversation was almost solely about children, childbirth, schools, colleges, anniversaries. Thank goodness for Melanie, who threw in a reference I could grasp onto every once in a while. It is very nice, sitting and knitting with people. But I don't know that I will do it often.
I tried a new recipe that had been nibbling away at my subconsciousness for a while. Unfortunately, it was better on paper than in the pan. But it will be sustaining me through a week's worth of lunches. Sigh. I also made a batch of ricotta, a pound of butter from a surprise stash of frozen cream I discovered, a loaf of white sandwich type of breadish - I am in the mood for tuna fish salad, and made a gallon of chicken stock. I also fell off the wagon - I had to stop in at the grocery to pick something up for my parents and ended up walking out with a cabbage. I paid for it, of course. And it was local. Sigh.
This week will be spent trying to get rid of the ice floe in my driveway before next Saturday, when my elderly neighbor is due for an early dinner. And to keep myself intact. I have been keeping my YakTraks permanently on my barn boots. It went from deep snow to deep slush and then it froze. Linden keeps limping away - I am waiting for a DVD I ordered on how to properly trim hooves and deal with problems. With any luck, I will be able to tackle his gimpy foot this weekend.
I'm due to call my car dealer, as I have a list of 'problems' that Kyle has been disclosing as the weeks have passed. The driver's side door locking mechanism unlocks but doesn't lock. The passenger seat is broken. The CD player doesn't work. Other than that, it looks as if Kyle and I will be an item for quite awhile!
p.s. Sorry for the moderated comments - I've had so much spam slip through that it's easier to knock it out all at once! But, at least I did away with the verification!