Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Cleaning the barn

After Polly's scary escapade a couple weeks ago, many of you have inquired how she's doing. I'm pleased to report -- she's fine!



But since then, I've started tucking both her and Matilda into the barn at night. Polly and little Chuck fit into a smaller pen...


...and Matilda and her yearling heifer Amy get the larger stall. Both our Jerseys are fairly low on the pecking order in the herd, so in inclement weather they're likely to get booted out from under the barn awning and have to suffer through rain or snow without shelter.


Because the barn stalls are now in daily use, I decided it was time to give them a good deep cleaning. We'd had a light dusting of snow...


...but at least it was dry. (We've since had both torrential rain and subfreezing temperatures, but I got the barn done before conditions got too soppy.)

It was a few solid hours of pitchfork work.


I dumped the debris on the compost pile, something the chickens appreciated deeply.



At last the pens were clean, and I spread them with fresh straw. Now daily maintenance will be much easier -- muck out the previous night's soiled material, spread fresh straw, fill their water buckets, and they're set.



In the last couple of weeks, we've toggled between bouts of torrential rain and bouts near-zero-degree (Fahrenheit) temps.



We've had a few snow flurries come in, the first of the year.



Here we're actually following our neighbor (in the first vehicle with the hazard lights) who drives the county snowplow, among other things.


We've had the occasional frozen hose when we fail to drain it properly.


We're grateful for our stock tank heaters, which keep the water tanks free of ice for the livestock.



In such weather, it makes me feel better to know Polly and Matilda and their calves are under shelter.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Digital spying

Here's the flashlight I keep in my purse at all times. It has three beam settings (low, high, strobe) and can put out 250 lumens. We get these particular flashlights in three-packs from Costco for $15 and they're excellent little tools. We have three or four hanging by the door. We keep a couple in every vehicle. And I keep one in my purse.


Apparently it's a good thing I'm using this flashlight because of a fascinating (and horrifying) bit of news I just learned. It seems the seemingly innocent flashlight app on your smart phone is, in fact, a digital spying unit.


Reader Fred sent this link which tells how a representative from Snoopwall.com learned 500 million people (half a billion!!) are infected with a spy virus on their smart phones through their flashlight app and are entirely unaware of it. The top ten flashlight apps downloadable from Google are all malware which transfer names, addresses, credit card info, banking info, family photos, videos, GPS location, as well as whatever info you have on friends and relatives. These data primarily go to China, India, and Russia.

Apparently even un-installing the flashlight app doesn't work because they are infected with Trojans which linger in the background even if the app is removed. The smart phones must be factory-reset in order to get rid of the malware. The only flashlight apps are that "just" flashlight apps are under 100 kb. The malware apps are on the order of 1.2 mb to 5 mb.

Hard on the heels of this story is a recent story from the Washington Post entitled HappyTracksgiving: How your travels are tracked this holiday season. This article details just how much spying and tracking is taking place on a routine basis. Virtually all means of travel is monitored through cameras, license-plate recognition software, facial recognition software, and other methods. This takes place in airports and airplanes, train stations, buses, car services, toll payment systems, through surveillance cameras on streets and in stores, as well as "the rising use of overhead surveillance, from airplanes, drones, and aerostats, those blimp-like craft floating above some border areas."

To those like me who want to throw up their hands in disgust and just go for a walk in the woods, the article continues: "What about a horse on backwoods trails? Hot air balloon? Offroad mountain bike? Well, even if you manage to avoid the ground cameras and the drones, there’s still that pesky phone in your pocket. If you’ve flipped on location services for your iPhone, maybe so Google Maps can keep you from getting lost, Apple and Google both are getting location data from you. So are the operators of many others apps. / Too paranoid to use a smartphone? Even the oldest, dumbest flip phone has to communicate with cell towers in order to work, meaning Verizon or AT&T – and potentially the government – know what cell tower your phone is using and in some situations can remotely activate GPS systems. Location technology initially developed for 911 calls also can estimate how close you are to various towers, making it easier to home in on your exact coordinates. Altitude measurements – revealing what floor you are on -- are next."

But we're not supposed to be paranoid. After all, "they" are not specifically looking for us. As the article explains, "Bear in mind that all these systems operate passively, continuously, even if nobody is looking for you. If you are an actual target of the authorities –- be it your government or somebody else’s -- there are even more powerful tools available. Surveillance companies sell malicious software to install on smartphones for tracking locations, browsing your e-mail and activating video cameras and microphones."

Needless to say, all online activities -- including the contents of this blog -- are also tracked. Cheery thought, no?

We don't have smart phones and only our basic-model cell phones are only turned on while traveling, but that's no longer good enough. Apparently we must just accept the fact that we are being continuously tracked, each and every one of us, from cradle to grave.

Nonetheless I think I'll stick to my purse flashlight. At least it doesn't spy on me.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

NaNoWriMo is OVER!!

After a chaotic month of NaNoWriMo -- writing 50,000 words in thirty days -- I'm vastly relieved to acknowledge it's OVER.


Yesterday I finished my daily word count of approximately 1667 words, took a total word count of what I'd written so far, and was pleased to note I was only about 800 words short of my 50,000 goal.

So early this morning (it's 6:14 am as I type this), I hammered through those last few words.



Nice to see the graph full-up!


Next step: validating my word count on the NaNoWriMo website. Winner!


This apparently qualifies me as a "brave authorial knight, slaying the 50K dragon."


Younger Daughter will cross the finish line later today. In this endeavor, we join hundreds of thousands of other wordcrafters from around the world who have slayed those 50,000 word dragons.

NaNoWriMo is always a fun, nutty, work-intensive month, but I must say it was like pulling teeth this year. I'm never happy with what I write, but I suppose it's there if I ever want to harvest anything from it. At the moment, though, I'm just so, so, so GLAD it's over.

Meanwhile, I'm off to address some long-neglected chores: two articles, an editing project, a large number of new ebooklets I'm pulling together, not to mention all the farm-related chores associated with increasingly iffy weather.

So -- any other winners out there?

Friday, November 28, 2014

Casual Friday

Just a cute pic I took this morning of Lydia.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thanksgiving at our house

This was a homebody Thanksgiving for us. We had no travel plans, and we had no guests (except for our friend GG, who has been with us for several weeks). We invited a number of people to join us, but they all had prior plans... so we had a homebody Thanksgiving.

We started the cooking yesterday (Wednesday). My philosophy is, the more we can get done in advance, the less we'll have to do on Thanksgiving day.

Making desserts: cheesecake and pies.


Bread stuffing.


Round One of an astonishingly messy kitchen. I have the most amazing talent to dirty every dish in the house when I'm involved in kitchen projects.


Next I made two of GG's family favorites, candied yams and lime jello salad. The rest of us agree these dishes are revolting (and we tease GG unmercifully about it too) but what the heck, a Thanksgiving meal should include favorites for everyone.


Round Two of the messy kitchen.


End of Round Two.


Conclusion of the evening: Bread stuffing, wild rice stuffing, cheesecake, pumpkin pie, lemon meringue pie, candied yams, lime jello salad.


And a clean kitchen.


And a much-needed glass of wine.


This morning we put the bird in the oven...


...before going to a Thanksgiving service at our church (where the gospel text was Luke 17:11-19).


Then it was home to plunge into the kitchen again. The chickens got their own Thanksgiving dinner with some old rice.


Rising rolls.


Table set.


Baked bird.


Mildly colorful sunset.


Hot rolls.


Don carved the bird.


Hungry kids!


Lots of dishes afterward.


Dessert that nobody wanted (too full!). No worries, it won't go to waste.


I always look forward to the day after Thanksgiving because I go on STRIKE in the kitchen for several days. No cooking whatever! My philosophy is, there's plenty of leftovers in the fridge, help yourself.

Three... two... one... ON STRIKE!!

How was your Thanksgiving?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Books and blogs

I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for "how we did it" type books documenting how people transition from urban to rural life. So when I came across The Accidental Farmers, I knew this was a must-read.


Well let me tell you, this book is honest. In sometimes gut-wrenching language, Tim Young describes what it takes to leave behind corporate America and build a farm from the ground up. Unlike the eternally optimistic perfection too often implied in country magazines, Mr. Young's rural journey wasn't all a bed of roses. There were quite a few thorns along the way. The book is riveting in its honesty and refreshing in its unvarnished approach.

The Young's journey began, like so many other urban-to-rural migrations, with the realization of how artificial modern conveniences are. "Urban living is all about convenience," he wrote. "Whatever you need there is a store or solution reasonably close by, easily identifiable by an endless line of traffic in low-speed pursuit. The perceived benefit of this reality is of course subjective. We moved in part due to the box stores that were beginning to encircle us, slowly moving in for the kill on our wallet. Within just a few miles of where we formerly lived was every conceivable type of restaurant, organic grocery store, specialty and large-scale retail, pet grooming, lumber and landscaping centers, malls, concert arenas, professional sports teams, museums, theaters, nightclubs, you name it. We felt drawn to many of these places, I think, simply because they were there."

Ouch.

One of the first things the Youngs discovered in their new location is allergies, which raises a philosophical and unanswerable question: "Does anyone honestly think this was a problem a thousand years ago? We've created such a perfect manmade world that we, the inhabitants who created it, cannot live outside of it."

Characteristic of the success he had in corporate America before chucking it all, Mr. Young and his wife approached their new farm with determination to succeed. "I don't know why I'm so stubbornly drawn to challenges and obstacles," he wrote, "but if it was a challenge my sub-conscious wanted it should now be permanently satiated by taking on sustainable livestock farming." Regarding farming in general and its reputation for being hard work, he wrote, "Still, the need is there and somebody needs to do it, and this fact is what pushed me over the edge."

The book outlines the Young family's journey toward building an organic sustainable farm as well as farm products. It's not always pretty. But when things are pretty, he tells about it. And that's what characterizes rural life in general, particularly when farming for a living instead of a hobby.

Anyway, I highly recommend The Accidental Farmer for a deep and honest read.

So imagine my surprise when Mr. Young contacted me -- me! -- and asked if I wanted to participate in a new book he was writing entitled How to Make Money Homesteading. The premise behind this book is a truthful analysis of how to earn an income in the country, whether it's selling farm-produced goods, or selling skills-based goods or services. The book is excellent and contains the author's characteristic honesty when it comes to rural life. As someone who's always trying to take the rose-colored blinders off country living, this is something I appreciate.


Now Mr. Young has a new blog called The Self-Sufficient Blog. It's a start up but it's great.


I'm impressed with Tim Young's multifaceted approach to country living. He blogs. He writes. He raises organic meat. He makes organic cheeses. He teaches classes. He conducts workshops. In short, he personifies the "many irons in the fire" structure of earning an income that I recommend to anyone living rural.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

I'd say someone has "issues"

Hmmm. I seem to have picked up a troll.

Back in 2012 I put up a post entitled How Long Will Home-Canned Food Last? which documented how I found some jars of home-canned food dating back to 1999.


This post sparked a lively discussion on older canned food which was uniformly polite.

But unexpectedly this morning I received the following comment on that post:

"Why didnt you eat it? So what if it was old ? Don't you know pressure canning kills all bacteria? It would've been safe to eat. You people are retarded."

Ooookay. Next time I find canned food dating back to 1999, I'll invite you over and YOU can eat it.

What an odd comment. I'd say someone has "issues."

Me expert!

I've had a rough morning.

I woke up late, I didn't get my NaNoWriMo word count in, it's pouring rain, the internet was down, I had a pounding headache, and my computer was glitching. In short, it was one of those mornings.

One by one the issues got resolved. I drank my tea, put aside my NaNoWriMo requirements until later, accepted the rain wasn't going anywhere, took some aspirin, and the internet came back up.

But my computer continued to glitch despite re-starting it and doing a "cc cleaner" (a cleaning program). But then Don came along and waved his magic wand, checked a few settings, cleaned this and scrubbed that, and suddenly my computer was working again like a champ.

I covered him with grateful kisses and told the rest of the household, "I love my hubby! He's such an expert in computers!"

"I'm not an expert," he said. "I'm pretty much a caveman when it comes to understanding computers."

"If you're a caveman, then I'm an amoeba."

He adopted a caveman voice. "Oooh look! Hubby make spark! Hubby an expert!" (Adopting a woman's voice): "Oooh, I love hubby! He make spark! He expert!"


Regardless, I still love my hubby. I still think he's an expert.

And my headache's gone.

Monday, November 24, 2014

CompuTEA

Older Daughter got a wild hair the other day and set up a lovely tea for herself and our friend GG.


It was a compuTEAing party with both girls online.


This didn't prevent them from sipping their beverages with the obligatory pinky elevation.


They spent their time looking at three-tiered cake stands and other teatime accouterments, and searching recipes for cucumber sandwiches (which later they started making and to which both got addicted).

Silly but cute.