Nothing Motivates You Like Poop
Speaking of poo; when I walked outside there were piles of goose crap on the front steps. That is where my three geese now spend the night, right in front of the door. I know what some of you are thinking: "I would never put up with that!" and that is because you are not a single woman living alone in the middle of the woods, who shares that fact online, and who listens to WAY too many true crime podcasts. I will sweep away goose poo with gratitude knowing anyone who would consider breaking and entering would have to deal with Cerberus to get through the front door. And would cause a ruckus of 100 pounds of poultry just stepping onto the property.
Friday's fine, if you're worried about her butt. Last night she got into some snacks set out for Game Night and I don't think her 40-lb frame was ready for that much sliced Kielbasa. She's got plenty of water and the mess is now cleaned up, the carpet soaking, and coffee perking. Friends came over Sunday night and we enjoyed catching up and I enjoyed hosting - but in the fray of conversation I didn't realize she had snagged too much sausage. What do we play on Game Night? We play Games like these.
It's very grey around here this week. The weather forecast is all rain and cloud cover. It's encouraging knowing I have plenty of work to do inside. I sent some pitches to Reductress this AM and am updating you fine people about the goings on at the farm - and after that I have some clients to email logo files and illustrations to. It's a lot easier to focus on all the stuff on screen when there's a steady downpour and the coffee keeps coming. I have about four hours of work ahead before a break. I'll be watching Archer Season 5 while I draw and design. I think the coffee is almost ready? I better wrap this up...
Yesterday when I went to pick up hay I had a nice chat with Patty and Mark over at Livingston Brook Farm. Patty asked if I wanted to join her and their dog, Harley (a Large Munsterlander) to go out pheasant hunting a morning this week? I jumped at the invitation. I love pheasant and I love the casual nature of that type of upland hunting. Unlike stalking deer or turkeys, it's a social hunt where you can walk tandem with a friend and talk and laugh while a good dog does the work of flushing birds in the brush. I hope we get to go soon on a week day morning when the local gamelands are less busy. Even if "busy" is just another pickup truck.
No new firewood ordered yet, but I did sell one logo this weekend and got an email this morning about someone interested in the sale - which is encouraging. I have 2 people coming for fiddle workshops this weekend - one from Ohio and another from New Jersey. How cool is that? I get to meet some of you readers right here in my living room and a few of you leave with fiddle cases. Not a bad get! Not bad for either of us.
If I can check in more than once a day I will, but I am mostly active on Twitter and Facebook for yelling into the void. Facebook is mostly pop culture, politics, and movies. But Twitter is where you'll see extra photos of the farm, animals, ag stories, and such. So follow me there to see Friday attacking leaves, me attacking tomatoes for sauce later this week, pheasant attempts, and some such.
Have a fine Monday you beautiful people. Grow something, pet something, plant something, eat something!