it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

grim as the reaper with a heart like hell

Today I:

  • Got up at 5:30 am to drive to Amherst to put in my work day for the CSA I belong to.
  • Discovered I had to be there at 9, not 8.
  • Stopped and ate oatmeal at a truck stop in Holyoke.
  • Stopped at a car wash and cleaned out and vacuumed the Moby Smurfberry.
  • Spent four hours harvesting onions.
  • Had a very nice pot luck lunch.
  • Picked some tomatillos and chili peppers.
  • Drove home.
  • Cut up the tomatillos and chili peppers.
  • Went kayaking on the (very low water of the) Hockanum River with The Jeff.
  • Made dinner (pesto past and garlic tomato cheese bread: The Jeff made the salad) for The Jeff and TBRE.
  • Turned the tomatillos and chili peppers into six pints of jam: three spicy, three with lemon peel and ginger. Hard to say which is better. They're both kind of AWESOME.
  • Processed the jars of jam.

  • And now I'm going to go upstairs and write until I fall asleep.

This is not an atypical day.

Why is it that I feel so damned tired again?
Tags: quotidiana, shut up and keep writing, suburban peasantry

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