I am driving to Brookings, SD tomorrow for a week to look after my grandson while his parents work and the elementary schools haven’t yet opened and his usual child care center is closed for the week. Husband is staying home to look after the garden and the dog. He will meet us in Detroit Lakes for Labor Day weekend at a lake cabin we have rented.
I bought a crate of peaches yesterday to bring along. The local fruit man had some lovely looking freestone peaches from Utah, of all places, He usually has Washington peaches this time of year, but the orchard he goes to was busy with the apple harvest. Grandson loves to cook so we will make peach pie fillings to freeze and maybe make peach sorbet or ice cream. His parents have requested peach crisp. I am also bringing pesto and home canned tomato puree. We shall eat well.
In a continuing effort to declutter our home I am bringing all the children’s books we have to our grandson. These are books that our son and daughter had as children. Grandson and I can sort through and keep the ones he likes and discard the others. I also expect I will do leggo construction and we will visit the public library and the wonderful local children’s museum. It will be a nice break for me. I will even have a terrier to care for since Son and DIL have a Westie.
I have very fond memories of the times I spent with my grandparents on their farms, and I want my grandson to have some fond memories of us, too. I am glad Husband can meet us at the lake next week.
What activities would you plan for a week with a 6 year old boy and a terrier? What are some favorite memories of your grandparents or older relatives? Ever had peaches from Utah?
Our city has a Walmart, a Menards, a Runnings, and a Tractor Supply. We also have two grocery stores. For the fancier shopping experiences at places like Target, Sam’s Club, and Costco we have to drive 100 miles to Bismarck. Macy’s is 300 miles away in Fargo.
For some reason, our Walmart store has done a complete redo of their building, with aisles in places where there were none and super polished floors. There are different, somewhat more “upscale” products, and more self checkouts. They also moved things from where we were accustomed to find them to new and strange places. The pet supplies are where the infant section was, just across from the frozen food. Shampoos and toiletries are where the pet supplies used to be. Office supplies are where the craft section was. Even in aisles that still have the same products, the products have been rearranged differently, so if we go to, say, where the distilled water used to be, we find it has been moved to the other end of the aisle from where it had been.
It has become a community joke that shopping at Walmart now takes twice as long because people can’t find what they need since it has all been moved. People laugh as they pass each other for the third or fourth time unsuccessfully finding what they are looking for. One problem is that the signs telling what are in the aisles haven’t been changed yet and the old signs are still there.
We don’t go to Walmart all that much. I go more often than Husband. He can’t stand the store as the noise is hard for him to take because of his hearing aids. I had seen some of the renovations, so when we both went to Walmart yesterday, I was somewhat prepared for the changes. Husband wasn’t at all prepared, and was bewildered by the rearrangement of items. We laughed and waved at people as we passed them multiple times as we searched. Husband says he will never go there without me, as he is afraid he will get lost and we will have to send a search party to find him.
Any bewildering changes in your big box stores? Where do you like to shop and where do you loathe to shop?
I have worked in my present job for 25 years. They have been very good years on the whole. I am now getting ready retire from full time work to a part-time position in January. I will only work about 20 hours a week after I retire. Husband does this, having retired from the State about 10 years ago and working part-time ever since.
The bulk of my work has been doing psychological evaluations and individual/family therapy. I always schedule two evaluations a week and therapy clients wherever I can fit them in. The writing of reports takes up a good bit of my time, too. There is never any shortage of evaluations to do, and I will continue to do two a week even after I retire. Because my part-time job will only involve doing evaluations, I am in the process of finishing up with current therapy clients. I am not taking on any new ones. It would not be ethical to start with new therapy clients, only to transfer them to someone else after a couple of months. This has left me, for the first time, with the ability to get way ahead finishing my evaluation reports, with large spans of time during the day when I have nothing to do. In the old days, I was always finishing evaluation reports at the last minute due to not having enough free time during the work day to write.
I don’t like being bored. The next few months will only get more boring, I am afraid. I could plead ill health and just go home, but I think people would get suspicious if I took too much sick leave. (I have about 700 hours accrued.) I don’t want to retire before January 1, as I want to work full time for financial reasons.
I have been surreptitiously doing crosswords and other puzzles. I have more time to write blog posts at work than at home! My colleagues are all super busy, so I feel guilty looking idle. I don’t want to shut my office door, either. I just keep my desk covered with papers and try to look productive.
How do you handle being bored? What is the longest job you ever had? Any ideas how I can pass the time as I sit here?
I’m back at the college. Back at ‘Work’ work. Which, at the least, gives me a little more structure to my day, so I can comment on the blogs in the mornings.
I’ve told you about the oats getting cut, and then harvested, and now all that’s left is baling up the straw. I thought it looked good and I’d have the pole barn full and enough straw left in the fields to make some round bales. Jokes on me. You’d think I’d know not to count my bales before they’re made.
The pole barn where I store the straw was nearly empty, and what was left on the bottom row had mildew on the bottom edge, and many had broken strings (Someone tell me why the mice always only eat through one string?) so I used the tractor and loader and cleaned it all out.
Then I put some house wrap on the ground hoping maybe it will keep those bottom bales from getting mildew. Found a snake in the corner, but no raccoons.
I baled the first field of 5 acres, and I got 96 bales; three quarters of a load. Well, shoot. I expected 250 bales off that field. But the next field did better. I got three loads, about 400 bales from there.
And then the last 2 fields were thin and I didn’t get much off them. But I expected that. They didn’t look very good before harvest. I finished with 615 bales total. 488 were put in the barn, with 127 stacked on a wagon for the neighboring strawberry farm this fall. The bales are more brown than usual due to the rain and rust fungus.
Baling went well, not too many issues.
The twine holding the bales together, comes in ‘bales’. Because of course. It’s sisal twine, typically from Brazil (I don’t know why, it’s just what the bag says). Two spools of twine in each bag, because my baler uses two strings on each bale. There are some balers that use three strings per bale, making a little larger bale, but still considered a ‘small square bale’. The large square bales typically have 6 strings on them. Big square or round bales use a different twine.
The twine is usually brown, but green isn’t unheard of. I have used plastic baler twine for the straw, but the mice would still just chew one string, and the plastic would get wrapped up on stuff and, of course, it never goes away. The sisal will eventually degrade.
You can see my baler holds four spools; the one being used and a spare spool. One spool feeds each side of the bale. Some balers might hold eight spools (more extra’s). And the larger square balers hold up to 15 spools. The twine comes out of the spool, through some guides, through the ‘needles’, which come up through the hay or straw and into the knotters, bringing the twine with them, in order to encircle the bale with twine. The knotters make a simple overhand knot, and cut off the string after the knot, while holding onto the next string to make the next bale. It’s pretty fascinating to watch and understand. And maddening when it isn’t working right.
A spool makes about 500 bales. And I don’t know why, but the spools never run out together. Which doesn’t make any sense. The needles always move together, the strings SHOULD be the same length, and I have started the bales together. But they never run out the same. Must be the spool itself.
Ninety nine percent of the time when a twine spool runs out and the next spool starts, for whatever reason, that straw or hay bale will not tie right. I haven’t figured out yet if it’s my knot that comes apart, or what happens. The next bale will work fine. But that bale with the splice, blows apart in mid-air. I was pleasantly pleased when it changed spools and the bale DIDN’T break once!
I had my two padawan’s help unload. Because the barn was empty and we only had the three loads, we could just throw them out of the wagon by hand, we didn’t need the elevator. I only had three rows on the ground, and I was stacking up three more rows.
The boys were trying to throw a bale over the top of the wagon. They got close, but never quite over. Next year I’ll bet they will be able to. I was just pleased I have ‘old man strength’ and I could still keep up with them.
The ducks are still doing well, and they come running when I call them and throw out corn.
Next week, everything else that’s been happening.
WHAT DO YOU HAVE NOW YOU DIDN’T HAVE WHEN YOUNGER? (POSITIVE ANSWERS ONLY)
I find it ironic that today is both National Relaxation Day and National Rollercoaster Day. Neither of those things go together!
The last time I was on a rollercoaster or similar ride was almost 41 years ago on our honeymoon. We spent a week in Minneapolis-St. Paul after the wedding, which coincided with the Minnesota State Fair. Husband was insistent that we go on a ride on the midway. He chose a rather adventurous one, and, wanting to please, I agreed reluctantly to go on the ride. I hated it, I refused to scream like the others, and was pale and almost ill when the ride ended. He has never insisted that we go on any more rides together. I think the only other rides he went on were with our children.
I don’t know when I stopped liking carnival rides. I loved them as a child. I was 25 when I married, so it sure didn’t last long. As for relaxation, I am a constant worrier and pretty anxious most of the time. I can teach other people to relax, as I have done that for a living for almost as long as I have been married. People seem to like deep breathing exercises. In a pinch, holding a bag of frozen veggies also works for intense anxiety. My children both frequently thank me for passing down the Generalized Anxiety Disorder gene to them. I just smile and grab a bag of frozen corn.
What was the last carnival ride you went on? How do you relax? Who is the least anxious person you know?
Tuesday, Bismack got torrential rains, between 4 and 5 inches over the space of about an hour that caused flooding all over the city. One of the major hospitals flooded. There were photos of the flooded MRI room all over the internet.
The hospital was somehow able to remain open. People were hydroplaning all over the place, and there were many flooded basements and businesses. It took my supervisor who works in Bismarck 1.5 hours to drive 6 miles to his house. Some cars floated away. I guest there weren’t any people in them at least. Wednesday they had another 1.58 inches in about an hour. I can’t imagine the mess. It was bad enough when Husband left a hose on and we had about an inch of water in two basement bedrooms. I imagine the water damage mitigating companies and insurance agents in Bismarck are pretty busy right now. Ish!
Ever been in a flood? Any insurance horror stories to tell? Do you own an umbrella??
We typically have pretty good luck with orders and deliveries here, that is, until recently. On July 30 I ordered six, 2 oz packages of fresh yeast on Amazon. Husband has a Nordic baking book that uses fresh yeast in the recipes. Since I had thrown out the remainder of a huge shipment of fresh yeast that I had ordered about a year ago (it got too old in the freezer) it was time to order a more manageable amount.
The order was supposed to arrive on August 5. I tried to track it on Amazon as soon as I got notification that it had shipped, but had no luck. The 5th arrived, and still no yeast. I knew it had to be kept cold or it would start to do its yeasty thing and start growing and expanding. I received a notice that it would arrive on the 9th. It didn’t. By this time, I knew something had gone amiss, and finally Amazon said that it was lost and I could have a refund. It was a bit of an ordeal, but I got the refund and ordered more. This time around I have been able to actually track where it is. It is to arrive today or tomorrow.
The most unreliable delivery service seems to be the US Postal Service. UPS, FEDEX, and Speedee Delivery all do a good job. The latter always makes me think of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood. Husband is excited that the yeast will arrive soon. I worry that it hasn’t been kept cold. We shall see.
What delivery disasters have you encountered? What are your favorite memories of Mr. Rogers or other children’s programming? What are you worrying about these days?
I grew up with a dad who had a small business and a mom who, when she wasn’t teaching, was helping my dad at his coffee shop. That left me at home to fend for myself for meals. If my mom cooked, it was usually on Sunday. During the week and after school I lived on toast, bologna sandwiches, and cereal until I was about 10 when I started to cook real food for myself. Husband grew up in a more traditional family that had three set meals a day, as his mom was a homemaker who had the time to plan and prepare meals. It was easier for me to adjust to his expectations for daily meals than it was for him to scrounge without planning. That made him anxious.
Our meals lately have been planned on the spur of the moment, as we never know what fresh veggies we may find in the garden or the Farmers Market. We can’t bear to let anything go to waste, so we are always planning how to cook up the surplus veggies that weren’t used in any dish we just cooked. So, if I cook too many white beans or chickpeas, we have to find another recipe that will use up the surplus, which usually means yet another trip to the grocery store to get what we don’t have for the new recipe to use the leftovers in.
I blame Bill, the Hutterites at the Farmers market, and the New York Times for the unusual dishes we made recently. I mentioned the other day on the Trail that we had 8 eggplant plants, and Bill commented that was a lot of Baba Ghanoush. Well, that forced me to buy a large jar of tahini, and Husband decided we should make a tahini-yoghurt sauce for some lamb burgers he cooked on the grill, and then I suggested that if we just bought one more pint of cherry tomatoes to go with the leftover pint we had from an earlier white bean caprese salad, and got some curly pasta, we could make this tahini-parmesan pasta salad recipe from the NYT. We did, and it was delicious.
The Hutterites were selling sweet corn on Saturday at the Farmers Market, and wouldn’t you know, the NYT featured a charred corn and chickpea salad with lime crema. We had limes we needed to use up. I cooked a pound of dry chickpeas and we ate that salad Saturday night. I only needed half of the chickpeas I cooked, so we had the other half last night in an Indian curry. You see how this goes.
I feel fortunate to have a love for cooking, a partner who also loves to cook, and a budget that allows us to eat the way we do. I will probably need to get another jar of tahini sometime next week, though. The eggplants have set fruit and are getting bigger.
What is your strategy for meal planning? What was your family’s pattern for meals? Favorite pasta salads?
This week we get to combining, or harvesting the oats. This hot humid weather did not aid drying the oat stems or mixed in grass. Other guys were saying the moisture was high on their oats, but usually they’re cutting it while it’s standing. That only works if you don’t have too much grass standing with the oats. . Swathing it allows the stems to dry out and then combine better.
Parm stated to combine on Wednesday afternoon. I ran a sample up to Elgin to have it tested for moisture and test weight. Moisture was 10.8%, almost too low, and TW was 30. For food grade, they want it 36-40 pounds. And the local elevators won’t even take it if it’s not at at least 34. Remember the test weight is what a standard bushel of a particular crop should weigh. So a bushel of oats should weigh 32 pounds and lighter than tat you get docked on the price.
Other years I’ve not had a problem with test weight. Inside the combine harvester, there are fans to blow out the chaff, bits of cob, or lighter crop material. Typically, buy turning the fan up, it allows you to blow out the lighter oats and keep the heavier stuff. Course, if it’s all light, lie it seems to be this year, either it blows all the crop out, or the test weight is light. For whatever reason, the experts say that letting it sit for a day will increase the test weight. And moving the oats through a grain cart and into the semi will gain a point. But I am not sure I can gain 5 points.
Yield wasn’t too great either, For all the grain that looked like was in the field, well, I mean that the deer didn’t eat and what hadn’t broken off, I’ve only got 25 bushels /acre. this year was too wet, I guess, and the rusts fungus must have been more of a problems than I expected. An d last year I complained it was too dry. I am never happy.
And then we got 2 inches of rain Wednesday night. Surprisingly, Parm was able to come out Saturday and get the rest combined. I took a sample out the the grain cart up to my local Seed dealer because I knew I could get the grain gossip from him. this time my test was only 27 pounds but the moisture was up. He said everybody was struggling to make the test weight and even our local oat champion, who is the one pushing the food grade stuff, said he was struggling to get the 34 test weight.
By the time Parm finished combining, all 25 acres I had was less then a semi load. Thankfully, I have this one neighbor that always buys some oats to mix with his calf feed and was willing to take the whole thing. I called the co-op to ask how much dockage would be on this low test weight. With a base price of $3.05 per bushel, their chart only goes down to 28 and it’s $.52 dockage at that point. 30 test weight would be $.32 dockage. Well fudge.
I like having Oats in the crop rotation, and honestly, I have made money on other years, so I remain optimistic. Maybe next hear will be better. I mean it pretty much has to be.
WHAT WAS YOUR WEIGHT IN HIGH SCHOOL? CAN YOU STILL FIT INTO YOUR UNIFORM / WEDDING DRESS / LETTER JACKET?
I work in a two story office building that was converted from an open design with few walls or offices to a labyrinth of cubicles and offices to meet the needs of our agency. I have a lovely office with a window. It is the most uncomfortable place I have ever worked.
When all the walls were put in to replace the open concept that the previous company had, the contractor had to also put in a heating and cooling system for each new work space. There are several different heating and cooling zones on each floor, each with its own thermostat and heater/cooler. It is unfortunate that the contractor didn’t make a schematic of what offices were in which climate zones. It appears that some of the upstairs offices are on some of the downstairs thermostats. It is impossible to control the heat and cooling. No matter what the thermostats are set at, they each stay at 70 degrees, while the office temperatures are sometimes in the lower 60’s or upper 50’s.
My office is usually freezing. The office across the hall from me is usually too hot. I have two ceiling vents, and we suspect they are on different thermostats. The day it was 108 outside last week, I had my space heater on and was wrapped in a shawl while I worked at my desk. Many of my coworkers have space heaters they use on a daily basis. The temperature control is no better in the winter. None of the windows can be opened, so we can’t cool or heat using outside air either.
What is the best/worst work environment you ever had? Are you usually too hot or too cold?
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