Christmas Makings

For the good part of the past two months, when I've been home I've been working on making Christmas gifts.  I've talked about a few of them in recent yarn along posts, like the oodles of dish cloths that manifested on my knitting needles, and the ninja mask that Toad requested. I also found yarn in appropriate shades of orange and purple to make K2 a messy bun hat in the colors of her favorite college sports team: Clemson.

 But there has been so much more than just knitting going on.

I've also been cutting and sewing (and all the ironing that goes along with that).  And DH did some cutting and sanding in preparation for me to do some waterproofing.

What we ended up with was a whole lot of handmade gifts, some of which were planned out as far back as the Spring of 2017.  That is when we trimmed some branches from one of the black walnut trees that grow on our road frontage.

After aging a chosen branch for a good 18 months, DH used his miter saw to cut it into 1/2-inch disks, creating one of a kind wooden coaster sets for each of our kids, and even a set for ourselves.  It was my job to seal them on all sides, to help preserve them.

with first coat of polyurethane

(which freaked me out at first, because it went on milky white)

a finished set, sealed on all sides 

My sewing machine literally lived on the dining room table after Thanksgiving, when I went into full-on sewing mode.  The preliminary cutting had been completed, and now it was time for assembly. First off was a denim quilt for DD1 and Honorary Son.

It consists of 306 6" squares cut from old worn out jeans.  Those squares were then sewn into strips and the strips joined together to make the top.  It is queen sized.

aerial view from the stairs

flannel backing 

(chosen by DD1 this summer, when she though she was helping me choose fabric to repair my own denim quilt)

remembering how to do daisy stitch, 

I embroidered the year on one of the denim squares

That quilt was the largest sewing project I did this year.  After that, I did much faster items.  Like sewing up a plethora of microwavable bowl potholders.  Each child and their spouse/significant other got one, and no two were the same.  I tried to customize the fabrics to the intended recipient.

Once those were done, I made two sets of oven mitts; one I had cut out (but not sewn) a few years ago for DD1, and a set for DD2.  I forgot to take pictures of the pair for DD1 before wrapping them, but I did get a couple quick pics of the set for DD2.

front sides

back sides

I also made up a couple of hot pads for DD2, out of some fat quarters she'd admired the day the girls and I were at a large fabric store last summer.

front

back

It feels great to be giving so many customized gifts this year.  It feels even better to not be working on them tonight--I finished the last one yesterday!  Now it's time to relax, concentrate on the reason for the holiday, and to enjoy getting together with my family.

Yarn Along: December

I am joining Ginny today for this month's Yarn Along.

Last month, I had found a dish cloth pattern that was perfect for using up scrap yarn.  Well, it kind of became addictive matching up colors in my (rather large) bag of leftover cotton yarn and turning them into more dish cloths. What started out as maybe making a couple turned into me having to literally rip myself away so that I might actually get some of my planned Christmas crafting done.

At current count, I have eight new dish cloths, all from leftovers.  Most will be tucked into Christmas packages (so I didn't totally waste time, right?).  Depending on how the next two weeks go and how many other projects I get completed, I have color combos for about three more dish cloths picked out.

I have knit little on my Glacial socks in the past month.  Mostly due to getting hooked on making all those dish cloths!  I did finish the first sock and get a decent start on the second one. These will just have to see a January finish date.

Meanwhile, I have started a balaclava, aka Ninja Mask, for Toad.  He's all about ninjas lately, and has been begging me to make him ninja mask.  So, onto the Christmas project list went a ninja mask "in green, because blue isn't my favorite color anymore; it's green now".  I am using this pattern so far, and will make changes if needed now that I'm to the eye part.

I haven't done much reading at all lately.  I've been sick in one form or another for going on three weeks now. So there's been a lot of sleeping (the first 4 days), and some catching up on work and chores, etc, for a few days, then a whole lot of coughing (and a visit to Urgent Care for meds) for past 8 days.  I've either been too ill to read, or, on the good days, too busy trying to get normal things done to spend much time in a book.

Yarn Along: November

It's that time again!  Time to join Ginny at Small Things for the monthly Yarn Along!

There have been a lot of little projects getting knit lately.  I finished Toad's socks, which he absolutely loved and was so happy about when I presented them to him.

My next project was to, of course, make a pair of socks for his sister. K3's socks were of much lighter blue, and the pattern is Mock Turtle from the Artful Arches pattern book put out by Knit Picks.  I made the smallest size.

close up for detail

color is more blue than what the photo shows

After the socks came two hats, for the grandkids, but to keep here at my house so that they always have a warm hat to wear when they come visit this winter (last winter so many hats and gloves and scarves went home or to school with them and never made it back to this little place here).

River  Rush slouch hat for K3

dark blue for goofy boy Toad, 

who pulled his hat down to "see out the holes like a ninja"

(pattern is DROPS child's hat)

Then I cast on a new sock pattern to make a pair for myself out of hand dyed yarn I bought last year while on vacation in Alaska.  The yarn is Sheep Shades in the colorway Forget-Me-Not, and the pattern I am working it in is Glacial.

Since the holiday gift making season is upon us, while I knit my socks, I'm taking a break every few days to whip up a dish cloth to add to the gift pile.  So far I've completed two Slant dishcloths using up leftover cotton yarn from my stash and am making good progress on a third.  It's been fun to pick through my (larger than I thought) collection of leftovers and choose two (or three) colors that go together.

I haven't been reading much lately, mostly slowly working my way through an interesting but somewhat architecturally dry book about the connected farm building style in New England in the 1800's titled Big House, Little House, Back House, Barn by Thomas C. Hubka.

Riding Big, Riding Small

I have been trying to prioritize my riding time ever since extending my lease on the California Horse back in August.  I knew that to reach my goal for our remaining time together:  be able to ride him to his full Third Level potential, that I would have to stop being so flexible about letting my riding time take a back burner to things that other people (typically family members) wanted me to do (typically for them).  And so, since mid-September I have been asserting myself more ("Gee, I'm sorry, but I'm busy that morning and just won't be able to help you out") as well as scheduling riding lessons on a weekly basis.  After all, as DH put it, I was earning those lessons through cleaning stalls, so why wasn't I taking lessons every week?!?

A few things have happened in the six weeks or so since I started back to regular lessons. Things like finding that minute adjustments to my leg, seat, or hands, really has a huge impact on what I get out of my horse.  This I knew, but I hadn't really experienced yet to this degree.

Things like my horse's hind end getting more developed and stronger, with increased impulsion in the gaits. He has a nice butt, LOL.  And it's really cool to dismount at the end of a ride and see veins popped out on his hindquarters.

Things like taking that increased impulsion and learning to channel it into either lighter dancing trot steps (ie much more collection; "Think piaffe!" my trainer encouraged a few lessons ago while working on collecting the trot a little more and a little more) or an honest to goodness working trot and even once (without me intending to ask for it) a huge extended trot--he was being super attentive and generous that day!

There have been some other unexpected perks to such focused riding. I've lost a few pounds doing nothing different in my diet or exercise routine (other than extra riding).  I pushed myself to reach my goal of five rides a week, and then felt really weird on the sixth day when I didn't ride.  Even though it's so dark out in the mornings now, I'm finding that it's a little easier to get out of bed and get dressed because I have arena time at 9:00 a.m. (I love that the barn I work at is totally fine with me riding first, and working later in the morning--such a change from the previous barn I both trained and worked at).  I'm also finding it easier to not be a doormat and politely but firmly tell people no, I'm not available, can't change my schedule (when it's for something trivial or not specifically needing me rather than someone, anyone).

The past six weeks or so could be summed up by saying that I am learning to ride big by riding small, and to ride small by riding big.  Refining my aids; making them lighter and less obvious to the observer, has brought out more expression and power in my horse.  The increase of expression and power then makes it easier for me to refine my aids.  With a more powerful engine--the hindquarters--I have more energy to work with, which gets cycled back through my seat and hands and the horse's mouth, into the engine again to create lift in the forehand and lighter dancing steps.  So when we are doing a big trot, it actually feels not like the horse is charging off, but that he is stepping in time to my commands.  The less I move in the saddle, the more he moves above (suspension) the ground.  We actually hit moments of bliss where it feels like we truly are dancing.  Dressage is, after all, the ballet of the horse world.

What is really cool (to me), is that I ride little with my hands anymore.  Unlike in most horseback riding, my hands aren't for steering any more, pulling the reins this way or that.  My seat does the steering.  My hands keep the connection with the horse's mouth, the lines of communication. Like the string between the two paper cups of a child's telephone toy.  My hands say "Hello, are you there?" and his contact on the bit says "Hi, I'm here, what would you like to do next?" But they don't say "Go here!" or "Stop there!" by pulling or bending the horse where I want it to go.  Steering is seat and weight.  And the legs don't make the horse go forward, banging and kicking.  No, again, it's the seat--with a good connection between my hands and the horse's mouth--that determines go or stop.  I cannot begin to tell you how cool it is to navigate an approximately three-quarter ton horse primarily with my butt (aka my seat, sitting bones, pelvis, hips).

We're going places.  As the weather cools off and winter approaches I'm not reluctant to get out there and ride.  Instead, I'm excited about what winter will bring.  I'm excited to feel incremental progress from one week to the next; I can't even begin to imagine how awesome our rides will be come Spring. 

Trusty Rusty Suburban

Near the middle of last week, my Suburban and I hit a milestone.  We've been together a long time; DH and I bought the Suburban (brand new) in March 2005 to replace our Astro van since our eldest son no longer fit into the third row seating of the Astro very well being 6' 2" tall at age 15 and we were looking ahead to having a batch of tall teenagers to drive around in the future (the other three kids were, at the time, 12, almost 11, and 8).  And drive we did.

In addition to the twice daily run to the Lutheran day school my kids attended through 8th grade, we drove to sports.  We drove to the normal grocery store, doctor and dentist appointments, church services on Sundays (and during Advent and Lent also on Wednesday evenings).  I drove to work at the horse farm(s). 

We drove to Walt Disney World in Florida.  We drove a few hours east and north into part of Ontario, Canada.  We drove to Oregon and back in 2008 pulling a 30' camper (and yes, I piloted that long vessel during about half of the trip, as DH & I took turns driving the 3000+ miles from our house to our destination via a few places like The Badlands, Yellowstone, and Glacier National Park along the way).  We drove to South Carolina and back several times during the couple of years that DS1 and family lived there.  We drove to the far northern edges of Michigan in the Keweenaw Peninsula of Michigan's Upper Peninsula many, many times since September 2010 when DS2 had his first college visit at Michigan Tech (which became his alma mater, and then once he was graduated, DD2's alma mater). We drove to Pennsylvania.  We drove to Minnesota when DD1 briefly attended college over there.  It's hauled tractors, and hay, and other vehicles.  It's even been group transportation to a high school prom with a high schooler in the driver's seat!

That Suburban and I, we've been places together.  That driver's seat is, to me, like a pair of comfortable old jeans.  As the years have gone by, and four teenage drivers have all taken their turns behind the wheel, it has collected a few dents and dings.  It's getting a little rusty in the rocker panels.  It is now, now that the 2019 model year vehicles are available for sale, officially 14 years old.  It has a lot of miles on it.  A LOT.  Like, this happened on Wednesday afternoon:

This mileage has been my personal goal since the odometer rolled 150,000 during DS2's junior year of high school (2009/2010); at which time DH assured me that Suburbans had great engines and transmissions and ours could easily make it to 250,000 miles.  So, that became my goal.  I would not even consider replacing the Suburban until we hit 250k.

And do you know what?  I'm still not ready to replace it.  Because it still runs like a scalded dog.  It still starts up the first time, every time that I put the key in the ignition.  It might squeak and rattle a little, but that's all the aging body--hey, I am starting to squeak and rattle a little too!  Mechanically, it is fit as a fiddle.

So now my Suburban and I have a new goal.  We are going for three.  Three Hundred Thousand Miles, that is.  By my rough calculations, based on my current driving habits (and the fact that we now have our pick up for long distance trips), it should be a good two or three years before that number shows up on the dashboard display.  

Yarn Along: October

I am joining Ginny for this month's edition of the Yarn Along.

Apparently my knitting for the past month has a theme:  socks.  Not a huge surprise, since socks are the reason I wanted to learn to knit in the first place.  But, looking back on the weeks since the last Yarn Along, I find that I didn't knit one single project other than socks.  I thought about a dish cloth or two, I contemplated casting on a shawl, but it turns out all I knit was socks, socks, and more socks. In that time frame I finished DD2's surprise UP Socks (which are in the mail to her right now, as her birthday is this coming weekend)

One of DD2's UP Socks

I also started and finished a pair of Crystalline Socks for me; doing them as anklets, since I only had a small skein--231 yards--of this lovely soft squishy yarn that begged to be made into socks for my feet.

my Crystalline anklets

(yarn is Knit Picks Stroll fingering in Sprinkle Heather)

barely enough yarn to make them

(but now I know that for sure I can make myself anklets out of 50g of yarn)

And I am 3/4 of the way through a pair of Ribbed Socks for Toad.

Toad has been dropping hints for another pair of Grandma-made socks off and on all summer.  Recently he informed me that his favorite color is no longer red, it's dark blue.  Since I made red socks this Spring when his favorite was red, I guess he's hoping I will made a new pair in his new favorite color.  Lucky boy, I happened to have a partial skein of dark blue sock yarn in my stash that is more than enough yardage for a pair of socks for a 4 year old.  I also happen to have a soft spot for knitting requests from my grandkids.

Toad's dark blue socks in progress

I also did quite a bit of reading, getting in three entire books in September:

The First Love, which is Beverly Lewis's latest novel.

Bad Housekeeping by Maia Chance and also Come Hell or Highball by Maia Chance.  She may be a new favorite author of mine; her books are funny fast reading mysteries without a lot of gore or sex.  Thanks to my local librarian for recommending her.  

What She Did This Summer

A few years ago, I mentioned that DD2 was working at a nearby State Park for the summer, and that her stories of things experienced there in three short months could fill a book.  Last summer, she did a six-week study abroad in Peru, then returned to finish out the summer working at the same State Park where her new experiences good and bad (a boating accident resulting in a drowning death that she happened to be the first park staff on the scene for. . .) continued.  This summer, yep, she again worked at that State Park--need I say she really loves that job?--but only part time as she also secured an internship at a wildlife rehab center about a half-hour from home.  The internship was 30 hours a week, unpaid, but as her field is wildlife ecology and management, the opportunity will hopefully go far in helping her obtain a good full time job after she graduates from college next May.

She worked her rear end off between the internship and the job at the park, but she loved every minute of time spent at either place.  The State Park story collection grew. The cool things she got to do at the wildlife rehab were relayed to DH and I nearly every evening when she arrived home.  The number and kinds of wild animals she got to care for, even though this particular rehab only accepts small animals (and a few fawns that go on to a different rehab center once they are past the bottle feeding stage) surprised me.

One particular animal brought in soon after she began her internship was a baby mink.  Now, we've seen a few mink in our rural neighborhood at this little place here, but overall they are few and far between.  We've never seen one closer than about 10 yards while sitting it a tree stand deer hunting, or about 5 yards while driving down the road in a car. We've never seen a baby mink.  To be able to not just see this very young mink, but also to hold it and bottle feed it really was a high point of DD2's summer.

Mink  have a reputation for being vicious, and they truly are.  Except, apparently, in the instance of orphaned or injured young mink who wind up in wildlife rehab centers and occasionally bond with a particular human caretaker.  Can you guess who this little mink decided was it's new mother?

If you said DD2, you're correct.  As it grew, it rejected (and bit) all the other workers at the wildlife rehab.  But when DD2 was on duty, not only could she feed it and clean it's cage (and then when it needed more space to run and play it's own little room) without getting bitten, it would try to engage her in play much like a puppy or kitten.

The summer went on, the mink developed into a healthy juvenile mink that learned to eat mice and fish for it's own supper (minnows in a wading pool), and DD2's internship drew to an end.  Right about the time for her to be done, the mink was matured to the point of being ready for release back into the wild.

The wildlife director decided that DD2 should definitely be present for the big release day.  So plans were made to release the mink on DD2's next to last day of her internship.  Travel about an hour away to a good safe habitat for the mink would be required, but first all the other animals at the rehab would have to be fed and cared for.  DD2 invited me to go along and help out with 'breakfast' for the animals that day so that hopefully things would go faster (also because she needed to be to work at the State Park that afternoon and would be driving separately from the wildlife director).

So, I got to cut up fruit for cedar waxwings, foxes, and baby skunks!  I also got a tour of the wildlife rehab center while helping DD2 to deliver food to each type of bird and mammal there.  I took lots of pictures and even got to pet squirrels, foxes, skunks, fawns, and that mink (who apparently doesn't bite people if DD2 is holding him at the time).  It was very cool.

Would you pet these babies?

Hungry little skunks.

"I'm hungry too!" 

Grey fox kit not waiting her turn.

"Got some food for me?"

Red squirrel.

"Just leave ours in the corner and go."

Juvenile red foxes did not want people in their space.

Mink looking for fish.

"Did somebody say breakfast?"

"I'm hungry!"

Once everyone was finally fed, and the other intern had been left with instructions for those animals ad birds that would need feeding again in the next hour or so, the director, DD2, the mink and I hit the road to the mink's new home. 

I think I'd like to live here, how about you?

Releasing the mink into the wild is something I will never forget (nor will DD2, I'm sure!). We stayed quite a while watching as he ventured out exploring and then returned to DD2 to check in and see if it was safe. 

Not quite ready to let go.

What is this strange new place?

Found a big rock.

Still looking to DD2 for security.

Each time the mink went out a little further and further from DD2, until finally we slipped away while he was distracted cavorting in some weeds at the edge of the river that ran through his new home.

Wild mink

Live free

Be happy

Technology, Go Away (Otherwise Known As: Unplug My Life)

Technology is nice.  I do, after all, have a blog.  And to wash my clothes, all I have to do is throw them in the washing machine, add some soap and push a few buttons.  Pretty effortless compared to the few times that I have washed clothes, by hand, in a bathtub. (Washing this way is not so bad. Wringing the excess water from the clothes, however, is the pits).  Having a freezer to keep a year's worth of venison and chicken in is pretty nice too.  And when my dishwasher takes care of the majority of the dirty dishes for me, day after day, I really appreciate that.

So I'm not totally anti-technology.  I am, however, getting rather fed up with how technology lets things intrude on our personal lives.

DH's employer issued him a smart phone a handful of years ago.  The idea was, for their employees who are required to be out of the office frequently on work-related travel (in DH's case, development and testing trips for future model cars), a smart phone would make work easier.  From pretty much anywhere on the road, they can communicate with everyone back in the 'office' that they need to be in touch with on a daily basis in order to keep the program rolling in a timely fashion.  They can get texts, they can read and send emails, they can send documents back and forth without having to be seated at a desk in a permanent location. They can get test data without actually having to be present for 100% of the tests.  And with the hands-free feature in the cars, they can even 'attend' meetings that are happening hundreds of miles and a few time zones away all while they are driving, testing, developing on work related trips.  Efficient. Cost-effective.

Except that it means work is now done, at times, at 9:00 or 10:00 or even 11:00 p.m. on my living room couch or dining room table.  A time that used to be private, family time.  Work (in the form of conference calls to far away countries) is now done at 6:30 in the morning, while eating breakfast. Work is now done on Sunday morning, sitting in a pew, just before church starts.  Work is now done from a tent, on a family camping trip that the rest of us have been waiting months for DH to be available for.  And now I too can work for this company (might I say unofficially and for no pay) by reading important texts and emails to DH while he drives us to a 'relaxing' destination on one of his 'vacation' days. Funny, I thought if you were using one of your vacation days allotted to you by your employer, you did no work for your employer that day!

Do I sound a little bitter?

I am!  It's ironic that back when we were engaged, when DH was entering his senior year of college and we were researching companies that he might wish to make a career with, I commented that I did not want to be a "corporate wife".  I didn't want to schmooze with his co-workers and higher ups in social situations.  I didn't want my lifestyle, or my time, to be controlled by a company.  I wanted his work to be a separate thing from our family life:  something he put specific hours into five days a week, but that never came home with him, never infringed on our time with our children or each other, never dictated when I could do things.  He agreed whole-heartedly.  Work was something you did, then left at the office.  It had no reason to come to our house, to take his mind away from his family during those off duty hours he was at home.  It especially had no need to affect me in any way other than being  a regular deposit into our joint bank account.

HA!  I can't count the missed birthdays and anniversaries because he was required to be out of town on a business trip.  I can't count the times in recent years that I have been pretty much forced to attended corporate meetings for a company I don't work for, because I couldn't not hear what was on speaker phone, or hands free in the car, just feet away from me.   I really don't care to overhear a discussion about the fuel regulations imposed by foreign governments an ocean away for upcoming vehicle models while I'm eating my bacon and eggs, thank you. Seriously, if I wanted to work in that kind of environment, attending meetings at all hours of the day, night, and sometimes on weekends, I wouldn't have, decades ago, decided to forego college and its professional degrees.

Now that technology has made it so easy to work from where-ever DH is, my objections to being controlled by a company aren't met by whole hearted agreement.  They are met by either denial ("go somewhere else if you don't want to overhear my meeting"), or acquiescence ("that's the way it is anymore, deal with it").  Sometimes I just want to thrown that darn phone (and company issued laptop, too,) into the nearest water hole. Or run it over repeatedly with the tractor. That, however, isn't an acceptable (to the company) way of dealing with it.  To me, being driven away from an entire floor of my home, or away from a long ride in our private vehicle or vacations with my husband, isn't acceptable either, and is not how I should have to "deal with it".

Corporate issued technology, go away!  Leave me alone!  I don't want you in my life.  You have no right to take up my time.  I never signed a contract giving you the power to dictate my schedule.

And if you want my husband after 8 hours or on weekends or 'vacation days', at least pay him overtime.  Because I can't do my household and homestead chores plus keep up with the ones he's too busy/unavailable to do, and his (based on 40-hours a week and hasn't paid overtime in nearly 20 years) salary surely doesn't allow us to pay for a landscaper or a maintenance guy. We won't even go into the strain it puts on family relationships since there is no money in the world that can fix that.

Yarn Along: September

I am joining Ginny today for this month's installment of the Yarn Along.

The past month was very busy with harvesting and canning the garden goodness, but looking back on what I've also knit and read in that time frame, well, I'm amazed!  I do think the earlier darkness in the evenings as well as the horrible spells of heat and humidity (after a point, I refused to do any canning if the indoor temperature was going to be hitting the upper 80s due to the high humidity and relentless sunshine outside and lack of air conditioning inside) played a large part in all the knitting and reading.

I was able finish my Polka Dot Party socks near the end of August.  I still don't like the heels, and the socks came out a little bit less stretchy than I find comfortable, but overall I do like them. They were a good first attempt at fair isle/color work in a sock, and I learned a lot.  I will definitely make another pair sometime in the future, but go up a needle size and substitute in a different heel next time. I guess I just prefer a gusset heel.

I have to confess that I took a short break from the polka dot socks just before working the heel on sock #2. . . that dreaded heel ;0).  I whipped up another UP dish cloth to send back to college with DD2 before settling in to tackle the sock's heel.  The dish cloth was a quick project that gave me some instant gratification.

UP dish cloth

And then, as soon as the second sock of the polka dot socks was off the needles, I began my next sock project: a pair of UP socks (pattern, as well as the dish cloth pattern, found in the Knit The UP! book I bought at Sew Irresistible in Houghton this past April).  The main color is the limited edition Knit Picks Sock Lab from this Spring, which just so happened to be in Michigan Tech's colors, and I used an off white for the contrast (as the UP is snow covered almost the majority of the year.)

This pattern is super easy.  I whipped off the first sock in less than a week!  I love it, and I know DD2 will love it.  

hot off the needles, unblocked

What I didn't expect was that DS2 would stop in over the holiday weekend and see the sock in progress.  Apparently I should have ordered two skeins of the Sock Lab yarn, as it is now unavailable in that exact color combo.  From the look on his face, it was quite obvious that DS2 would like a pair of socks in honor of his alma mater as well.  

Would any readers happen to have purchased that yarn and be willing to sell me a skein in the black/gold colorway???

Meanwhile, with all that knitting and canning going on, I still managed to read several books.  All of which I enjoyed and would highly recommend, especially The Sea Keepers Daughters.  That one was not one I though I'd actually finish as I worked my way through the first couple of chapters and wasn't really 'feeling' the story.  Yet, it soon picked up and ended up being one of those can't-put-it-down kinds of books for me.

A Good Problem To Have

In the past week, I have been kept so busy it seems I barely have time to sleep. It's a problem.  But, it's a good problem to have.  Definitely a first world problem, and even more elite than that as I doubt many Americans have this particular problem.

You see, I have more food than I can keep up with, and I'm running like a chicken with it's head cut off just trying to preserve all this food before it spoils.

Speaking of chicken, that was the first long day of food preservation in the past seven days.  My mid-June batch of broilers went to the processor early one morning.  I dropped them off, went to work, and after my morning's work was complete, I picked them up again.  Rather than having them shrink wrapped, I told the processor to just throw them into several large bags, because I would be parting out most of them once I got home.

My plan had been to freeze maybe 10 of them as roasting chickens; taking the ones that weighed 3.5-4 pounds and freezing them whole, in individual bags.  The rest, and especially any that were 5 pounds, I would cut into boneless breasts, leg quarters, and what I refer to as "soup carcases" (the bird, minus legs and breasts, that I will toss into a pot and boil until the meat is fall off the bone tender, and then use meat and resulting broth for soups, casseroles, pot pies, etc).

Turned out that none of my birds weighed less than 4.5 pounds.  The processor had praised them, telling me I'd raised a "really good looking batch of birds", and now that I was weighing them out, I could see why he'd complimented them. Not a scrawny bird in the bunch; they were each meaty and well rounded.  A couple even topped six pounds.

It took me about three hours to weigh, sort, cut, package, and freeze 26 broilers and one rotten rooster (that I'd had enough of his shenanigans, so he went to the processor too).  And once done with that, I still had to clean and disinfect the kitchen, cook dinner, and see what in the garden needed harvesting that day.

Harvesting the garden has definitely morphed from a fun "what ripe veggies will I find today?" scavenger hunt to a flat out chore.  My back aches from bending and picking, not to mention from carrying full half-bushel baskets.  Suddenly just about everything is ripe today.  And more is ripe tomorrow.  And more the next day. And the day after that. It's hard to find the time each day to work, take care of the late-July batch of broilers (who recently moved from the brooder to the grow out pen), cook meals, harvest the garden and preserve what was harvested. 

It's hard to use my kitchen, it's so full of baskets of freshly picked veggies.  Baskets on the counters, baskets on the floor.  Baskets on the stools.

So much food!  So much fresh, healthy goodness!  I'm so exhausted!

Such a first world problem.  I'm so blessed.