* Today is day one of back-to-back days off for me. Yesterday I thought perhaps I'd celebrate by getting a large back tattoo, but my artist of choice was booked last night and is closed today in observance of Memorial Day, and the place with the highest Yelp rating in town could do it but Hotter decided he didn't feel like coming and sitting through the work with me, and I in turn decided that I didn't want to waste hours of precious child-free off-time I could spend with my husband by going somewhere else by myself to spend a bunch of money. The tattoo parlors of MFAville will be there when the timing is right, and I'll get another two-day stretch at some point (the ink I have in mind will cover approximately 50% of the skin my bra strap rests on, so I don't want to do it the day before I need to work or the day before that, ideally). Instead I stayed home and got a cold, because a successful work-life balance hinges upon knowing how and when to treat yourself, right?
* The new honeybees seem to have settled in well. I haven't done a hive inspection, because I can see that they're bringing in lots of pollen, and bees only do that if they're feeding brood, and the presence of brood indicates the presence of a laying queen, so why crack them open simply to be able to go "yep, there she is?" One of the main lessons in my Sustainable Beekeeping class was that the less you mess with your bees, the better they tend to do, which makes sense. They're pretty strongly motivated to survive and multiply, and if they can, they will. If they can't, there's not much you can really do within the confines of organic, sustainable beekeeping methodology to help them, although you CAN easily harm them by opening the hive and bumbling around, as it were.
* There's a large construction project going on along the street that connects our little dead-end neighborhood to the local thoroughfare, and the first thing the contracting company did was to grade the earth and build a drainage pond on the site. It's been there for a few months now, and naturally some Canada Geese have moved in and hatched a bunch of slow-moving, buff-colored babies ACROSS THE STREET. This means that several times per day Ma and Pa Gander stop traffic to shepherd their progeny across the way for a swim, or back home for a nap, and it's pretty damn annoying. Hotter sometimes walks the half-mile to the main drag to buy milk or TUMS if I'm at work or home sick, and got into An Altercation with the geese earlier today. According to him, he threatened to kick those mofos right in their saw-toothed beaks if they didn't quit hissing and waving their necks about menacingly, which probably means he screamed like a girl and fell in the ditch. I'm alternately Googling recipes (the purportedly outrageous greasiness and fat-shedding is a little offputting) and hoping the C(o)unty will turn some of its anti-avian sentiments toward Solving The Goose Problem now that my chickens are legal.
* Speaking of meat, I really need to process Iden, but...I'm a little skeert. I've killed plenty of rabbits, but Iden is VICIOUS and I'm not 100% certain I'd come out on top in a melee scenario. So I keep putting it off, and Googling ways of cooking older rabbit-meat so that it isn't dry or tough. Many recipes suggest incorporating grease from a fattier meat such as bacon. I wonder if goose would work?
* I'm a little up-in-the-air about the new job still. On one hand, I really like a lot of the people I work with. On the other hand, the last time I worked a dinner-shift I had THE WORST TABLE OF MY CAREER, and they left an electronic device at the table and I did some extra work to negotiate its safe return (despite the shitty tip), reasoning aloud to co-workers that surely this would bring me some good karma and mean that good things were coming my way. Then my next table was exponentially worse. As in, they were yelling so hard about the way the bartender made a drink and the texture of the complimentary dinner rolls and the way their steak was cooked (it was one of those "ate the whole thing but sent back the LAST BITE" scenarios, which is extra-silly given that if you're eating in the restaurant of The Ritzier you can absolutely afford to pay your tab) that they were SWEATING, and then they called Management over to the table and insisted that I be fired or harshly disciplined for throwing their check onto the table in a rude manner. Except that since Management had already advised me they were taking care of the bill I never *gave* these people a check. WHO DOES THAT? YOU ARE ALREADY EATING AND DRINKING FOR FREE AND I WAS NOTHING BUT NICE TO YOU! TRYING TO GET ME FIRED BY LYING LIKE THAT WAS UNNECESSARY, WRONG, AND JUST MEAN. I make good money at The Ritzier, but this is a new breed of customer, the "being jerks for sport" sort, and I'm not sure I care for it. The very rich are not unlike those Canada Geese; you can't build something nice without them showing up with their heedless offspring and getting in everybody's face just for the sheer hell of it! And eating the rich is frowned on in the service industry, so there's no Final Solution, either!
* There's a mole in my garden, and it has eaten all but one of my pepper plants that were looking so good. Moles are definitely not good to eat, and apparently Juicy Fruit doesn't work as well as one so often hears, so I'm looking into guillotine traps, although that seems like a lot of work and I may just give up on peppers for the year or plant some in containers.
* The nearby new construction has riled up and displaced the local wildlife, to the point that I have recently seen both a possum (I nearly ran it over and then though of how old and bald my tires are and decided to brake after all) and a raccoon. Also, Hotter just came and informed me that we have a new Undertoad in the yard ENOUGH, ANIMALS!
* In an act of (perhaps) misguided kindness, I bought Skeeter a catnip plant. Now he's constantly trying to get outside and have a nip, and he's a mean drunk. I can't win!
* How are all of YOU?