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| Oh shit! What did I just do! |
Just before I realized that I had fucked up, I was thinking how glad I was to be back at work! Monday was feeling like Friday! And then I saw the rubber stoppers in the bleach water, realized they weren't in the pipes and all hell broke loose. I felt like I did in the picture above, taken right after needle went through the middle of my face.
Jan (one of my many bosses) talked me down and said it would be alright. But the day wasn't going to stop it at that. Oooh no. A bunch of the goats are being milked by hand right now due to high somatic cell count, and lots of the babies are past their cuteness phase and are just all up in my business and in the way and everywhere. Needless to say it was pandemonium in the dairy this morning. Babies knocking over half-gallon Nancy's yogurt containers full of milk, jumping up on everything, including me. Pandemonium I tell you.
Then when that was all said and done, the water heater was turned off when I was trying to clean up. Okay, granted that's like super not-a-big-deal but still--everything that could go wrong today did. Or at least like 30% of it.
Yesterday I went to the 4th Annual Chef's Show-Off event at Linn-Benton Community College. Yep, that's right! Y'all missed it. Suckas. It was fucking AWESOME. There were Free Cupcakes and lots of people sampling their lovely locally-made items, including my homies from the Mushroomery. We are now neighbors at the People's Co-op Market and Dustin has always got the sweetest of earthly goods. Yesterday I copped a fat sack of shiitakes offa him that I'm going to make a quiche out of later this week. I'm stoked--love makin' quiche. The event was pretty alright, did a lot of sampling and answering questions and not a whole lot of selling the cheese, which is really what I prefer to do.
What with all this crappy weather I have been fantasizing about summer and the Pacific ocean and all that blue goodness. I've been thinking especially about my all-time favorite place to walk my parents' dog Buddy, the Albany Bulb. A little peninsula into the SF bay, the Albany bulb was one a place where "they" (The Man) dumped industrial refuse (broken up old pieces of highway overpasses, rebar, etc.). "The people" reclaimed it and turned it into a space for art and homeless encampments. It's got some pretty cool sculpture, but even more than that, it represents an intersection between civilization and wildness, with its overgrown native shrubs and non-native palm trees sprouting up here and there. You never know what you're going to find there, beside the glorious view of San Francisco.
So on rainy April afternoons like this one, I go to the Bulb in my mind...
Jan (one of my many bosses) talked me down and said it would be alright. But the day wasn't going to stop it at that. Oooh no. A bunch of the goats are being milked by hand right now due to high somatic cell count, and lots of the babies are past their cuteness phase and are just all up in my business and in the way and everywhere. Needless to say it was pandemonium in the dairy this morning. Babies knocking over half-gallon Nancy's yogurt containers full of milk, jumping up on everything, including me. Pandemonium I tell you.
Then when that was all said and done, the water heater was turned off when I was trying to clean up. Okay, granted that's like super not-a-big-deal but still--everything that could go wrong today did. Or at least like 30% of it.
Yesterday I went to the 4th Annual Chef's Show-Off event at Linn-Benton Community College. Yep, that's right! Y'all missed it. Suckas. It was fucking AWESOME. There were Free Cupcakes and lots of people sampling their lovely locally-made items, including my homies from the Mushroomery. We are now neighbors at the People's Co-op Market and Dustin has always got the sweetest of earthly goods. Yesterday I copped a fat sack of shiitakes offa him that I'm going to make a quiche out of later this week. I'm stoked--love makin' quiche. The event was pretty alright, did a lot of sampling and answering questions and not a whole lot of selling the cheese, which is really what I prefer to do.
What with all this crappy weather I have been fantasizing about summer and the Pacific ocean and all that blue goodness. I've been thinking especially about my all-time favorite place to walk my parents' dog Buddy, the Albany Bulb. A little peninsula into the SF bay, the Albany bulb was one a place where "they" (The Man) dumped industrial refuse (broken up old pieces of highway overpasses, rebar, etc.). "The people" reclaimed it and turned it into a space for art and homeless encampments. It's got some pretty cool sculpture, but even more than that, it represents an intersection between civilization and wildness, with its overgrown native shrubs and non-native palm trees sprouting up here and there. You never know what you're going to find there, beside the glorious view of San Francisco.
So on rainy April afternoons like this one, I go to the Bulb in my mind...
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