odds and ends
Jul. 22nd, 2018 10:24 pmIt has certainly been a week. I'm back to writing fragments of entries, not finishing them, and then just tacking more on. Gonna try to break that habit this coming week, I think.
Last Tuesday I continued my longstanding tradition of messing up one foot every three years. This time I'm not entirely sure what happened. I mean, I'm certain that I overstepped and thought I was going down one step when I actually went down two, but I don't know what happened other than that.
At least there was no significant damage. Bruised up my pinky toe pretty badly and pulled something on the top/side of the foot. Walking was kinda painful for the rest of the day and not great on Wednesday. It's pretty much healed up by now, at least.
Then on Thursday night I got to participate in my first butchering. One of the ducks had prolapsed, and likely torn, and it was just easier and kinder to finish the job. And then one wants to go ahead and clean the bird as quickly as possible, while it's still fresh. So that was an unexpected and not overall pleasant evening.
It's definitely taken some of the glister off of farm life. I'm glad I was there for it; I am now somewhat less interested in animals of my own.
The Death of a Once Great City: a lengthy but good article on the hollowing-out of NYC, as it turns into a sterile playground for the super-rich. One could easily replace NYC with Vancouver throughout. And, as I noted elseweb, it's why I don't know that I want to stay in Vancouver now, and it's why I don't know if I'll even be able to.
Bah. Chinatown, the part of Vancouver I learned to love first, is going. Condos are starting to creep in, and with condos come the generic street-level retail that the article talks about, drugstores and banks. There'll be little left of current Chinatown in ten years. So it goes. And so goes the rest of the city.
And that makes me sad, and frustrated. After spending six-plus years getting here, and that long again trying to live here, I may have to look for what I'm after somewhere else, and the prospect of doing that work again does not fill my heart with joy.
I have made it home, and am simultaneously happy to be here and missing Threshold (Erin's place), and Erin, and the cats and the geese who come when called and the assortment of ducks and chickens. I even find myself missing Avallu, the very well-behaved fluffy guardian dog. (I miss Thea the puppyish guardian dog, somewhat less, but that's no surprise.)
And now I'm tired. Sleep.
Last Tuesday I continued my longstanding tradition of messing up one foot every three years. This time I'm not entirely sure what happened. I mean, I'm certain that I overstepped and thought I was going down one step when I actually went down two, but I don't know what happened other than that.
At least there was no significant damage. Bruised up my pinky toe pretty badly and pulled something on the top/side of the foot. Walking was kinda painful for the rest of the day and not great on Wednesday. It's pretty much healed up by now, at least.
Then on Thursday night I got to participate in my first butchering. One of the ducks had prolapsed, and likely torn, and it was just easier and kinder to finish the job. And then one wants to go ahead and clean the bird as quickly as possible, while it's still fresh. So that was an unexpected and not overall pleasant evening.
It's definitely taken some of the glister off of farm life. I'm glad I was there for it; I am now somewhat less interested in animals of my own.
The Death of a Once Great City: a lengthy but good article on the hollowing-out of NYC, as it turns into a sterile playground for the super-rich. One could easily replace NYC with Vancouver throughout. And, as I noted elseweb, it's why I don't know that I want to stay in Vancouver now, and it's why I don't know if I'll even be able to.
Bah. Chinatown, the part of Vancouver I learned to love first, is going. Condos are starting to creep in, and with condos come the generic street-level retail that the article talks about, drugstores and banks. There'll be little left of current Chinatown in ten years. So it goes. And so goes the rest of the city.
And that makes me sad, and frustrated. After spending six-plus years getting here, and that long again trying to live here, I may have to look for what I'm after somewhere else, and the prospect of doing that work again does not fill my heart with joy.
I have made it home, and am simultaneously happy to be here and missing Threshold (Erin's place), and Erin, and the cats and the geese who come when called and the assortment of ducks and chickens. I even find myself missing Avallu, the very well-behaved fluffy guardian dog. (I miss Thea the puppyish guardian dog, somewhat less, but that's no surprise.)
And now I'm tired. Sleep.