Good. All Good.

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Now?  To tip the boat!  Weeee!


It's starting with a whimper.  A call checking about a text, from FedEx, last night.  In it I was informed a package was arriving which requires a signature.  It asked if someone was available.  I responded in the affirmative, asked for a timeframe.  No response.  Thought it might be a trick, to see if someone is home, maybe when.  Or some text charge thing as when I replied it said there might be charges.  Yeah, Christmas is a  rotten but easy time for crooks.  They'll eat you.  All legit, save Daniel was probably Juan, on the phone.  Don't do that, it's tacky.  But the package won't arrive until tomorrow?  Jerks.  I was awake an extra two hours waiting for... a response or package.

A few more calls during the day and another trip to town.  Two gallons of store milk, three.  Not for drinking, to process and expand the kefir grains.  Apparently kefir grains don't initiate well with raw milk.  That being the case, I will also buy kefir and attempt to grow grains from that.  I have done that successfully before, want to compare the processes so as to offer down and dirty, brass tacs advive, from real experience, done side by side in real time.  Kefir grains are outrageously expensive,  wish someone had put out easy to find raw milk kefir instructions.  Even the instructions in the package just shortshifted to an obscre net post and admonition about raw milk, the same one I got from a friend... whose wife now has him on raw?  Uh-hmm.  :p

I may go to town first.  And stop at a lawnmower repair shop, or call first... about the blade lift handle.  Then the milk.  Three gallons should do.  As I remember, it took several batches, and about a week, in warmer to hot weather, to jazz enough moojuice taming sand to begin making the process efficient.  Just saying, in dead winter it may be a couple weeks before I have enough to risk on raw.  I'll want reserves just in case.  At some point you are rolling in grains.  Finding balance is beastly.

Oh, now that I am better, Sam is ill too.  I'll watch her.  Usually, with the heat up, she at least comes out here.  But she has been staying in her drayer.  She is eating, and staying clean, just moving so slow, acting lethargic.  I am trying to check on her, will use that as anextra excuse to get up, now that I can.  If it gets worse, or her leg doesn't improve... she was coming out to eat, slipped on the drawer, and her hind right paw slipped into the handle.  I didn't see how she got it out, focusing on extracting her without loosing too much skn, but she was down in a second, before I could have helped with all haste.  I'll tape that handle.  I wonder if we are sharing an illness, truly I do.

Anyway, after returning I'll see what I have going and might have learned.  Attaching the plow, finishing setting it up, adding the counterweight bracket, then work in the house, starting with stripping the kitchen, plus dishes and the last load of laundry.  Thats probably more like the optimistic playlist for the next full workweek in five of seven days.  Ugh.  Wish I could.  Would have finished everything yesterday, and I mean that exactly, if I only could.  Keep trying to optimize life, but what is cut is safety or direct health.  Already cut too much of that by necessity.

Hmm?  I think that's that.  Yeah, even when it is time you won't be ready.  Don't worry, be glad.  Find God before you find yourself out of His sight... or more likely realize it.  That is when.  A lousy place to work, if Jesus did His best work there too.  Satan doesn't work, only soils, destroys, don't confuse.  Later.
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Quick note, Sam is out, up, mobile, and about to get some attention.  I'll still tape that handle and keep an eye on her.  But... concern factor dropped by factors.