I began writing this post, a simple jotting down of my random thoughts, on Monday. Monday! It’s now Thursday. I suppose it’s been that kind of week; the one in which time gets away from you. I don’t feel as though I’ve been idle, but the traces of productivity aren’t exactly adding up. Unless you count jars of pickles and blueberry jam. In which case, it kind of is.
Last week my contract with iVillage ended. Until Tuesday afternoon I hadn’t looked at one spec of political news since. I’m happy to report nothing has changed. Or maybe I’m not. I suppose it entirely depends on how you define ‘happy’.
It has been raining here all morning and most of last night. The extent to which we needed this rain is hard to put into words. The only thing that has been green here for weeks are the overgrown weeds in my garden. Of course this means they’ll be even more overgrown, but at least everything else will have a shot at life again. The state of the hay and corn is getting scary this year and we use a lot of both.
And then there are food prices. Let’s not even talk about those. Let’s save that for another day.
I’m working on a new project with a friend. It’s exciting and a teeny bit unsettling all at once. It’s not something I normally write about, or even talk about so it’s been interesting wading into new writerly waters.
Last week one of my very favorite gilts — and a damn expensive one, at that — came down with a raging infection for reasons that remain unbeknownst to me. She’s fine now, but it was touch and go for a couple of days. Those are the parts of being a hog farmer I’m never fond of.
Well, duty calls. And by duty I mean errands, which sounds so much less important, but they have to be done.
This girl brings bacon into the world. 
