Quick (cold) Update!
Still fighting the -11 outside with fire. Pipes are warming with two heaters aimed at them, both woodstove a going. Hope is here in the form of coffee and bacon, come sunlight that is an unstoppable trio. Tried to sleep but too wound so I designed ads for two clients and carried wood in from outside. Jasper watched with interest (no one else was up). Watching a playlist of Rhett and Link videos and laughed out loud at their pasta contest while Gibson curled up against my chest - amazing how much laughter, a good dog, and a warm drink turn anxiety into a solvable problem.
Point being: stay positive, and if you can't- farm it out of yourself through whatever means possible, including pork belly….
By the time I crashed a little after six, I fell into a hard and fast sleep for an hour and a half. I had intense dreams, all about good friends and my own insecurities. One dream had Mark and Patty over trying to fix the french doors by the wood stove. The glass had warped like one of the plastic buckets in the goat pen. As if the cold air had enough moisture in it to expand and warp glass doors. Then I dreamed I drove over to another friends house and everyone was hanging out, my usual local scene, and they explained to me "this just wasn't a Jenna-kind-of-event" and I left, feeling sheepish for stopping by. Now, there isn't a single friend around here of mine that would ever turn me from their homes, even if I was banging on their door at 4AM (especially then) but dreams of isolation and rejection are potent. And I was strung out on the pipes, the lack of sleep, and the cold.
Well, I was up and outside doing chores by 8AM.Thought I would share what is going on here. The basic update is the pipes thawed out, the house is now well above 60 degrees, and the farm animals are fed, warm, and bedded.
The cold and defeated pipe frost was only once accomplishment of the day. I picked up 588 pounds of pork yesterday morning! What a HAUL! 90% has found its new homes in friend's and co-owners freezers. They picked up their packages yesterday and it is always a quiet celebration. It's a promise fulfilled and another person staying away from the factory farmed stuff. I'm not a purist, though I aim to be when it comes to meat in general. And my freezer has my own quarter share tucked away. And it was that fine bacon that lulled me to sleep this morning, a small extra gift from those humble pigs.
Things are a bit of a mishmash tonight, but that's okay. I appreciate all the feedback on Birchthorn and especially the corrections and advice in continuity, spelling, voice and such. Your feedback makes the story better so please comment in those posts if you are reading along.
I'm now on the lookout for more pigs, Arrows Rising sales, sleep, more green vegetables in my diet, and the perfect pulled pork sandwich. Woo. What a 36 hour ride.
Stay Warm, Antlers!
P.S. For those wondering about Italics, he is well. I had a long talk with my mentor and he explained the only thing holding me back at this point was me. I have been overly cautions, over feeding, and doing too much of the same thing with him. The good news is he is well trained, great with people and strangers, and soon as he is ready and I am brave he will be flying free. I'm slower than most falconers in this process but I'd rather be too slow than too fast. So wish us luck!