Saturday, November 29, 2014

On Being Thankful

Abundant Prosperity with Smooth Sailing Through Life
Hex sign from Dutch Hex Sign
Gratitude is a wonderful thing. It can lift the spirit and even open up the pathways to greater abundance and blessings. Sometimes I think it is easy to be grateful when things are good and much harder during times of trials... but when I think back over my life, the opposite seems much more the case. During times of abundance and "smooth sailing" as the scalloped borders in many of my hex signs invoke, we are often too caught up in enjoyment and delight in the easy flow of life that we totally forget or overlook a chance to express gratitude, whether it be to our God or Gods or just to the Universe At Large.

Honestly, I don't think it matters one hill of beans whether or not we give thanks TO a deity, but I think it matters a whole heck of a lot that we do express gratitude -- often and heartfelt -- for the blessings that surround us. I wish there were words that did not automatically come with religious connotation with which to talk about this subject, because it not only transcends religions, it transcends religion as well.

I know a couple of dyed in the wool atheists -- my former in-laws, who I used to call "evangelical atheists" on account of their fervent and continued support of atheist causes, who would often voice the words "Thank God" even though they did not acknowledge a divine being, as the need to be thankful presented itself and they had no other words.

As a Pagan, and a Witch, I try to keep an attitude of gratitude at all times and express to my Gods and Goddesses my appreciation for everything from being able to get my creaking bones out of bed in the morning to the opportunity to provide sustenance for my family -- with Their help -- from the gardens, flocks and fields.

This week, as we mark what some may consider a Christian holiday -- Thanksgiving -- I have been especially mindful of many things for which I am thankful: 

Christmas, left and Thanksgiving, right
peer in the front door. A peeping tom?
Thanksgiving as supper!
Thanksgiving -- the turkey -- and friend Yolanda who gifted us with him and his companion, Christmas, as young poults. Thanksgiving dressed out at 32 pounds and I am also thankful that my oven held
him! -- even if it did cause the rack to bow a bit!
Heritage turkeys, L; young layers, center and main layer flock, R
all have yards and houses now, across the back yard.
The time, material, energy and help of Tractor Guy in our big push to get all the fowl moved to a central location and get pallet houses build and tarped to give them more space and shelter, a project which was completed as the ground covered with the beginning of our second serious snow storm of the season. 
#hangingout #hardcore
And, despite the snow, you gotta know that I am a hard core line drier when I don my snow shoes for the first time in a season to get the laundry to the line! I shoveled paths to the fowl pens because I knew I would need to shovel to open the gates, but for the laundry, it was snow show time for sure. Only problem with "hanging out" in the winter... the lines get shorter!  LOL
And I am also especially thankful for the help of an old friend and young geek in Atlanta, Eric, who administers the server that runs for his help not only in bringing the site into the era of the mobile device, but also his diligence in helping move the site to a more secure server.
Protection, L and Earth Star Flower, R
Protection sign in place
And to my customers, as well, for their support and orders. This week I shipped two small signs to Pennsylvania, to be installed on small barn-like out buildings.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Dark Moon Approaches

12" exterior
Welcome to the week's musings!  To the left is the 12" Welcome hex sign that shipped this week, to NY. Also on their way, today, the Protection and Earth Star Flower signs. It's been a busy week in the cycle of the hex studio!

All of life is cycles. Heck, LIFE is a cycle... and in an effort to keep things rolling along, I have adopted, some time over the past months, a cycle of release, of de-junking, re-homing, of clearing out cob webs and making room, passing along heirlooms that were only taking up space and using the cycles of the moon as a rhythm and timing for the hauling of trash and recycles.

And Saturday the Dark Moon cometh, so this has been the week of release. I passed along a tote full of video game systems and games, which had been given to me by a friend for just this purpose, as she re-homed the odds and ends collected as part of a messy divorce. She wanted to be free of the residual energies and I had offered to act as a clearing house (in many senses) for her extra stuff. The tote was handed off to a young family with three kids, a hard working dad and a stay-to-home homeschooling mom who struggle with all of the issues that I know well from walking in those shoes -- and who, also, enjoy the same blessings that my family did during those days. It was a great joy to be able to help.

Additionally, as I shut down my design business, I have been collecting an amazingly large quantity of "business stuff" that I no longer need... file folders in massive quantities, odd-size envelopes by the dozens, odd bits of this and that... which might prove useful to someone and most of which are still in pristine condition. These odd ends have been collecting in a box for several weeks as I have been putting the new workspace back together and being joined by some other odds and ends, made up a full, huge dog food bag to be carried to the charity store. Of course I KEPT all the paper. You realize that means reams and reams of it, is sizes from half sheet stationery to tabloid size for the printer... and various specialty papers as well as ink jet t-shirt transfers and the like. Having grown up in a house where Dad brought paper home by the ream and the stash often included large heavy sheets designed for drafting (which he taught) and even Mylar, a house without an abundance of paper is a very scary place to be, in my world at least!

Now, the collection box sits empty, awaiting the next month's load and the blessings have been passed along.

Since the local dump and recycling center is only open certain days of the week, today will be the day to carry the small load of recycles and trash to that facility. If you have been reading this blog for very long, you likely know that I despise waste and have been hard at work on "waste minimization protocols" for many years. I feel like there is still much progress that I can make, despite having far, FAR less to haul off than a typical household. The fact that we can easily haul our trash to the dump in the back of a Subaru, monthly would be incomprehensible, I suspect, to those living in many of the homes I pass on my trips to town. I see that much trash -- or more -- piled in bags at the curb on trash day every week at some homes.
I am still set on my course to minimize, and hopefully eventually eliminate, the collection of containers that are not accepted for recycle here. My center takes only plastics of the #2 variety, which eliminates all of the clear plastics, which are so abundant on the grocers' shelves. This week, I bought a gallon of mayonnaise, which is the smallest size that is packaged in #2 (the small quantities that are sold in glass jars at the health food store are outrageous in price) and we will see how that works. If it will keep well enough, even in the winter when we use much less of this condiment, this will be a solution. If not, I'll have to either make a commitment to making it or buying the expensive glass jars. Making would be my choice, since when I use it, it's usually as an ingredient -- in tuna salad for example. However, Tractor Guy often uses it as a spread, on hamburgers, other sandwiches, etc. which would not work terribly well with have to make even a one-egg batch each time. But time will tell. At this point, I have not accumulated too much non-recycleable plastic... maybe a big dog food bag full... and the quantity will decrease more when the last two large plastic bottles of lemon juice are used up and I begin buying actual lemons for TG to use in his tea. I am thankful that he has gone back
home of the Frigga fires
to drinking iced tea -- as opposed to lemonade -- for his go-to beverage, both on ecological and economic fronts, though I do wish that he could just drink water. I guess I was raised funny and I know I see the world really differently, but it just never has made sense to me that one should need to have flavor and sweetness in EVERYTHING.

And, to round out the week of release, will be my Frigga fire tonight, which uses up the odd bits of accumulated paper and wood which will burn in my outside fire place as I sit with the Ladies.
Maine Grains 40# oats, L
50# sifted whole wheat flour, R
On a totally different note, we spent Wednesday on a road trip to Skowhegan to acquire 50 pounds of flour and 40 pounds of rolled oats from a business I have been wanting to support since its inception, Maine Grains. Local grain, locally processed, organic (not certified) and hopefully the large quantities will last 6 months or so, and make the trip worth it.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Spinning my Wheel(s) and Being Productive

The week started with a great digression from the big project at hand -- that being the yearbook for the Core Sound Waterfowl Museum & Heritage Center in North Carolina -- as I had previously committed to a stint as a volunteer spinner doing demos for the much closer Page Farm and Home Museum at the University of Maine in Orono. Silly me, though, when I volunteered to do the demo at the Harvest Festival, I thought this was an event AT the university/museum... It didn't even dawn on me when I heard an ad for the Maine Harvest Festival that I would be working this large, popular event. Instead I wondered at the wisdom of the University scheduling their event on the same weekend! Fortunately I DID get a clue Friday night and though I was a bit panic-y at the thought of having to brave getting my stuff to that venue, I was committed so off I went.

Now, a bit of explanation... the Festival was being held at the relatively new Cross Center, which replaced the old auditorium in Bangor, and I had previously been to only one event there... a Mannheim Steamroller Christmas concert last year. At that time I was highly UNimpressed with the layout of the auditorium, parking and traffic flow. To say the I expected to find Saturday morning to be a massive "cluster-beep" is vastly understating my expectations. And my previous venture into the world of the presenter was at the MOFGA Common Ground Fair this fall, which was a most stressful day.
I am happy to report that, for this event at least, the Cross Center had it under control. I easily found a place to park the truck, it was a short haul into the auditorium with my stuff -- I was allowed to bring some hex materials to display along with my wheel, which tied in on account of the hex design painted on it -- and they had no problem with my using the small cart, dirt and manure in the wheels to boot, to move the stuff.

I spent a wonderful 6 hours spinning and talking to many folks who came through the event about fiber, history (though I do need to bone up a bit!) and hex signs. I even gave away a few business cards... hoping that some orders come from it!

The next day, though, it was back in the trenches with Core Sound, and with a few long evenings, I was able to send the book off to press in record time on Wednesday! Under two weeks to complete the layout of a 54 page book -- with all of the content being delivered in bits duirng those two weeks -- is not only a record for our collaboration, but made more so due to having been out of contact for 4 days after the nor'easter that took out our power!

During the time I am working on the book -- always a short deadline project -- pretty much everything else gets left undone. I did manage to squeeze in a round or two of laundry -- an essential chore that must be dovetailed with the weather during the winter especially when one prefers to "hang out." But having started the readjustment of work spaces at the end of the power outage -- but not having it complete -- has made for ever more domestic chaos during the week. I am looking forward to beating THAT into submission in the week to come.

Hex painting, too, has had to take a back seat, although a bit of progress has been made. I should have a small Welcome ready to ship Monday and the next to signs in the queue are halfway primed at present.

I did get the garlic planted yesterday (the latest it has gone in the ground EVER) though it still needs to be mulched and we dug most of the carrots. Carrots are waiting in the big cart in the garage for me to go through them, brush off the (hopefully drier) earth, remove tops and gather them into a storage container.

Frigga's Day snow, early morning.
Stormy explores early morning snow --
not as deep as the nor'easter brought, though.
This week coming should allow me to beat down the house work and complete some of the pending outside chores. There is mulch to be laid and I need to make a couple of pallet-and-tarp poultry houses. I have been moving the tent that the young layers occupy a bit closer to their final destination each morning and after the houses are assembled, we will move the turkey pen around back as well. Fowl pens will occupy the space to the right of the lilac bush in the pic to the left, for the winter and we will store the grain on the back porch.

I love the newly fallen snow when it blankets everything and still clings to trees and brush. And I am very glad that Boo, the Subaru, is back in the lineup, with a new starter.

Friday, November 7, 2014

The Big Snow... or Upta Camp Without Leaving Home

Fire place in the snow
We ended the week in a mad dash to beat a major storm that was predicted to hit Sunday, with large amounts of rain and/or snow - the forecasters could not make up their minds - and accompanying winds. Our main focus was to continue moving the two tents of young hens north -- outside the electric fence, but closer to the main flock -- and give the free ranging turkeys and guineas a place to get under shelter, should they want to. After moving the two tent structures and turning so the both opened to the south, with a bit of space between them for the other fowl, we laid a couple of chicken wire and wood fence panels from tent peak to tent peak and covered the whole thing with a huge tarp, doubled over as it is really, really big, and pegged down with step in posts. We rigged a few more of the white plastic posts along the south, to form a opening. The whole thing was just tall enough for me to duck under for opening and closing the fowl tents and to feed and water. The turkeys and guineas explored the space at once, and though they did not occupy it the first night, they did take shelter there once the storm began. The chickens, did not have to be rounded up, but the first night some of them did hunker down outside their tents, by the doors, but under the tarp. Surprisingly, the second night they all bunked together in the Yolander's tent. I am very glad that I had already taken the time to band each flock so I can keep track of who is who! They all have reddish coloring... As a quick throw it together project, we decided to try to put a few pieces of spare wood and some old window frames together to cover the fall lettuce as a cold frame.

The storm began on Sunday, maybe there was rain at first, before dawn, but from the moment I arose to see a dusting of white on
...and it begins... early Sunday morning.
the landscape, there was no stopping the white, fluffy, frozen precipitation! Between the falling and drifting snow, and the considerable wind, chores were interesting and more so on Monday. Though the snow stopped, the wind continued and the power had gone out. And the shovels were all in the garage! I had guessed a minimal amount of snow would
Later on Sunday, more than a few inches
fall, and boy was I wrong enough that possibly I have a potential retirement career as a TV weather girl!  LOL  I grabbed my sled for doing chores... and a shovel to dig out the gate and tent doors and I should have searched out the snowshoes, too. Drifts were well to my knees... over the top of my muck boots in more places than not. I got the backyard fowl tended...the new tent was rather weighted down by the accumulation of snow... and slogged back around to the original turkey pen, home of Tom, Lady Grey and Little Bit, and was I in for a shock!   Not surprisingly, the bird netting that Tractor Guy had strung over the pen, to keep airborne predators from snatching the final baby turkey, had accumulated snow and sagged to the top of their tent, and to the ground in many places, pulling the cattle panel fence in at crazy angles. I spotted Lady Grey and then shortly thereafter, Little Bit but Tom was nowhere to be seen. I fought my way in and began tearing at the former covering, fearing Tom was buried under the snow but fortunately there was a bit of an opening under the covering between their tent and the nearest fence corner (which was where I spotted the first two birds) and a walkway under the snow covered netting and the fence, which never quite leaned enough to touch the ground. Tom had been walking there, and soon called to me from an opening I had made near the gate. I was very relieved to see they were all ok, and set about tearing the cover mesh and righting the fence as best I could as I went along. The mesh still needs to be removed, and the fence fixed, but since we plan to move them out closer to the other fowl, we will do that all as one project, hopefully during the coming week.
blowing snow from the north added insulation to the back door

It was actually a pretty restful and enjoyable time, much like an enforced vacation and like I imagine many of my fellow Mainers experience when they go to their camps "to get away" for a bit... except that I didn't have the hassle of hauling food and gear anywhere. Having lived off grid for quite a few years, the lack of electronic entertainment and electric lighting has never been a problem for me. Not having a stream nearby from which to haul water, on the other hand, was somewhat vexing. And I never had to figure out the water issue for flushing the outhouse, either!  LOL  We do store water, and fortunately have a relatively nearby neighbor who was wiling to run her generator to power her pump for us to refill the jugs once. Tractor Guy did have a good idea, late in the outage, of shoveling snow into canning kettles to melt on the stove for flushing and washing dishes. I DID add a bit of bleach, on general principles. And with that idea in my head, I also shoveled a bit of snow into a cooler to sit on the porch for the milk and meat that we bought on our town run on Wed.

Two days melt!
I had determined not to open the two freezers... one with meat and one with veggies... though we did use from the fridge freezer. Even the food in that one did not totally thaw, and operating on the principle that if it still has ice crystals, there is no issue with refreezing it, I am sure we have lost no frozen food during the event.  We did, however, loose the large picking of lettuce that I left outside Wed. night... temps got to freezing.

We also will have to repair one of the fence panels... at least... that was used to support the extra tarp over the fowl tents. As the snow melted, the "roof" began to sag badly, and I did not get the ice, snow and water removed before the concentrated weight of it broke at least one of the wooden members. Also, it seems that the cold frame has issues as well. The side supports bowed just a bit and that was enough to make solid placement of the windows iffy. Either they broke or fell in... today will tell.

Protection Hex Sign, painted by kero lamp light
On the hex front, I did discover that while it is possible to paint a hex by kerosene lamp light, it is not easy. I will be working like a mad fool to catch up on orders as the week ends.  On a good note, I did get the PayPal buttons on the web site to work, thanks to a tip from my server guy, that using the " for inches was what was making the new button code not work; replacing the " with the word inches was not a long or hard process and not only is the code working, but I have received the first order from the new set up.

With the coming of the full moon last night, and the astronomical cross quarter, we are into the days of transformation as I call the period between the end of October and the Feast of the White Haired One (the spirit of Winter) on the 11th of November. This is a time when I typically look for major changes to settle in to... physically as well as spiritually, following the As Above, So Below maxim. That, and seeking something to occupy Tractor Guy during the past week, motivated me to move forward on a plan to relocate my desk and work station in the former living room and to move our easy chairs and the TV to the former office/computer room. This was something that Tractor Guy actually proposed and I think it will work well... it will move the TV from the center of the house to the fringes and put it more in his domain since he is the major watcher and will allow me to consolidate my digital work, art work and fiber craft in one location. Being able to do this while the power was out and complete it as the power comes on, will both enable and motivate.

Tractor Guy will want the TV and I need to get my work station up and running ASAP as the unexpected vacation will have - as vacations often do - put my project with the Waterfowl Museum into overdrive/panic/behind schedule. The power was  restored Thursday. As much as I have enjoyed the time a bit farther from the world at large and the relative quiet (when one can ignore the neighbors' generators) I am rather peeved to have heard that the electric rates will be rising exponentially over the winter.

Our conversations, musings and blue sky rambling over the past few days have brought to the forefront several hopefully low cost alternative energy experiments that we do plan to implement, including playing with wind energy (initially to power and light a "kinetic art piece" in the spirit of the Tibetan Prayer Flags) and some beer/soda/vegetable can passive solar heating devices. Anyone in the area who has cans they would like to contribute to the cause is welcome to contact me. I will gladly pick up small quantities on my trips to the Bangor area and will be willing to pay 7 cents for each aluminum beverage can that was purchased outside of Maine and is therefore not eligible to be legally redeemed. I have stepped up to the plate with a case of Woodchuck hard cider in cans, to contribute to the cause!

On the health front, I visited the dentist Thursday found out I qualify for their sliding scale... apparently they needed me to sign something that allowed them to check with the unemployment office to determine that I am not drawing unemployment, since they are assuming that I am still "in the workforce" even thought I have SAID I retired, and I am drawing social security.  They also needed to see the letter from DHHS about my food stamp and MaineCare status, which fortunately did arrive and has confirmed that the case worker did perform his job, unlike the one I saw in August. Everything is effective again as of Oct. 1.

I am looking forward to squeezing out the time to plant my garlic in the coming week, though I do plan to set aside some of both the stiff neck and my newly bought soft neck bulblets for spring planting, just to see what happens if I can keep them that long. I may also "store" some in some moist earth on the back porch. This has surely been an odd garden year and I guess it's not over yet. There should still be kale and cabbage to harvest and I need to get the carrots out of the ground.... or mulch them well... as there are many freezing nights in the forecast.

And that is the news from Fussing Duck Farm and the hexeri for this week.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

...and what a week it was!

Frigga's day got away from me before I could write an update, so here goes...

Abundance and Prosperity
Poor Frigg got the short end of the stick yesterday, as I spent the entire day rewriting all of the web pages for the hex web site And, it appears, to no avail.... for the shopping cart is now more broken than ever. My server guy had thought that some malicious javascript was the culprit, so I killed off all the java but no go. I am planning, now, to just move away from PayPal and explore the store option that the Square company now has.

Earlier in the week, I shipped off a 24" Abundance and Prosperity hex sign and began working on a small Welcome sign, with a sign for Protection next on the list.

Much of the early part of the week was taken up with errands and appointments, many of a medical nature. I had to accompany Tractor Guy on his typical very early morning every-other-Tuesday this week, as he needed my input at his second med. appointment of the day and it makes no sense to drive an extra 40 miles just to avoid having to get up before dawn. I have to admit, though, that this single return to my previous workday schedule left much to be desired.

While he was at his first appointment, I hauled myself over to the DHHS office to try to straighten out the Medicaid (MaineCare) which was supposed to have gone into effect once again, retroactive to the time of my retirement. It hadn't, though the case worked had said the documentation would take some time, though the effect would be retroactive. Didn't happen... and on Tues I discovered that the office that I thought had opened at 8 actually did not begin seeing walk in folk until 9. I was thinking ahead, at least, and had my knitting and it was not that uncomfortable to sit in the car, listening to MPBN on the radio and knitting until time to queue up and become number 1 in line. I was seen rather quickly after 9, the proper adjustments were made and I was back picking up Tractor Guy in time to run some errands before his next appointment.

The next day I had my first meeting with the doc who, hopefully, will be installing my bionic knees soon. I am quite satisfied with the recommendation of physician given me by an RN friend. I especially like that Doc has a a good scattering of grey in his hair and his nurse is an RN. Unfortunately I have to have a clean bill of health from my dentist before the surgery, which may be a make or break event... all depends on how much work needs doing and if I can afford it in the next couple of months. I see dentist this coming week so I should have a better idea soon. If those numbers look good, I'll proceed to research the medical insurance numbers aspect, and if those numbers also are affordable, I will have both my knees worked on the third week of January.

That should, number once again willing, allow me to acquire the Livestock Guardian Dog puppy -- now named Moose (Moose Spirit of the Penobscot for long) that is growing and learning in OK with its doggy mom and dad and human mom and dad, my friend Michele and her hubby. We are exploring having K's daughter and son-in-law do some of the transport if they can and will, as well as options for us to tag-team drive both ways and for me to fly out and drive back Flying a pup is an outrageous expense!

Most of the rest of our energies this week have been spent on Boo, our Subaru, who is still not running nor giving up the bolt that needs to release for the starer to be removed. So, as winter threatens (and it is indeed threatening early this year...normally our first snow fall consists of a few subminiaturized snowballs that drop unexpectedly about this time of year... this year the weekend forecasts and bantering about various numbers of inches of snow accumulations!) we are preparing to batten down the hatches and see what happens.