If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
TS has mused about what such a biography would look like for her. Oy, Fuck seems to be the most appropriate title for it. Her Eastern European ancestry explains the OY. With the current global geopolitics and the lingering, indexable nature of online media, I’ll respect TS’ and not go into more detail about it. PN? Ah hell, I’m more than happy to grouse about my background. It’s pretty fucking obvious that my dad’s heritage is Estonian and I have a complicated view of that country. My mum’s from the Saskatchewan prairies near the Manitoba border (and the less said about Esterhazy, the better, as she’d say). TS’ biographical creation would point out all the ways she can hurt herself hefting rocks, sieving forest soil, amending the soil, and maneuvering raised garden beds. Despite injury, TS keeps doggedly being a permaculturalist with forest gardens. This year, the deer-squirrel-herbivore-omnivore fences have to go up. And TS cusses. Often, using complex split infinitives (at least that’s how it sounds to my ears). She never takes her frustration out on the tools. I’ve never witnessed TS throw a misbehaving piece of technology against a wall (as she knows about consequences of breaking her stuff). Me? I often shoot my mouth off and have to reel it back in — if possible. When I’ve had foot-in-mouth disease, I try to get ahead of it by muttering ‘let me rephrase that’. Sometimes it works. Often, I have to deal with poorly toned word choices. I also don’t thrown my shit against walls nor take a hammer to power tools. Who’s going to have to repair it?!
TS IS PREPARING FOR MARCH 14TH, PI DAY.
TS is preparing two confections for 3-point-one-four day. Despite there being an ice storm and snow storm raging outside, we’re confident that we can safely go to the market tomorrow and open up our dog biscuit sales booth (I’m really glad I listened to TS and preloaded the SNOWKAT yesterday). We’ll be celebrating Pi Day with the owners of Bochord Bookbinding.
The coconut cream pie is for us! Thank you, love.
PAINTING THE PANELS FOR THE UNATTACHED PAVILION — STATUS UPDATE.
PN tried. Oh he tried to fill in those cracks with house paint. The plywood is utility-grade sheathing so such imperfections are allowed in their manufacture at the mill. Sure, I’m painting the panels in a climate controlled electrical shed where the internal temperature is at least +15C. The panels are painted horizontally, so I can lay it on thick and allow it to dry fully. These panels are being screwed onto the cedar structure and will add more rigidity to the structure (yet not be attached in any way to the nearby house). The last 2 panels are lying in the e-shed to dry out and get up to the desired painting temperature.
If there’s any lingering cracked surfaces, I’ll point them inwards into the structure to reduce the water ingress. I’ll re-paint the edges to reduce weathering. The product contains antifungal agents to slow down mildew production. As long as we can get those panels, flashing, and bug screen up before nesting season (and the fucking mosquito, blackfly, deerfly, horsefly [carnivorous insect] onslaught), it’ll be good for the home!
NEEMTREE FIREWOOD SALES — WHERE’S ALL THE RAW MATERIAL?
TS and I are experiencing our 2nd winter on the rock farm. We’re reducing the number of markets we work this tourist season (gasoline prices are skyrocketing due to the USA-Iran war and thus tourism will take another hit). That will give us more time to (a) do direct sales from the front yard, (b) zero in on known lucrative sales events, and (c) re-focus on some overdue yard maintenance and permaculture. I won’t fell trees solo. TS is my OVERWATCH COMMAND. And she does a fucking A-1 job at being my spotter.
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