Escaping Suburbia

Wordless Wednesday

I recently decided to dust off the “Mid-Willamette Valley Eat Local Challenge” blog and reinvent it. No longer a challenge, it’s now MWV Local: food, farming and flair in the Mid-Willamette Valley. I’ll be spending some time updating the existing information contained on the site, and then adding new content going forward.

Please check it out! And if you have any suggestions for the site, be sure to get in touch.

stock photo — these aren’t my chickens!

We have:

• 1 large cardboard box (recycled, yay!)
• 1 roll of screen to go over the top, so they don’t flutter out and hide under the couch
• 1 heat lamp
• 1 bag of wood shavings
• 1 bag of feed
• 1 waterer
• 1 feeder

Now we just need the little critters, which should start arriving at our local farm stores next week. Based on our city ordinances, I calculate we can have up to six chickens in the yard. I don’t know, though, if we should buy an extra chick or two, just in case? Sad to think that way, but what if they don’t all make it? But then what if they DO? Decisions, decisions.

Is there a reader out there with experience (OMEGAMOM!) who can tell me if I’m forgetting anything direly important?

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Check out what is gracing my living room these days! I just want to sit and stare at her, she’s so pretty. This is a late 1800s production spinning wheel from St Hyacinthe, Quebec. The lovely lady I purchased it from said she’d found it in an antique store with string wound around the bobbin. Apparently, someone had been using it solely for decoration. She had it beautifully restored — it’s seen some good use — and it still works great.

Yes, it works great… but I need a lot of practice with it! It’s very different from my other wheel.

You can see larger, individual photos by clicking the links below the image.

We dropped our host and went with another company… I hope this will solve the problem of this site being frequently inaccessable.

Today I made a conscious and deliberate effort to avoid a human dressed as a giant droplet of blood. The Red Cross is having their blood drive on campus, and this costumed human was cavorting around outside the Memorial Union building, presumably drawing attention to the cause.

I was heading out the door, saw him or her there, and turned around and went another way.

It wasn’t that they were dressed up as blood, either, it was just the giant costume aspect. I also do my best to avoid people in metallic paint pretending to be statues.

What does this mean?

Wordless Wednesday