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The weekend was interesting. Deb and i got home Friday night from work and just sort of mutually agreed we would go down to the farm in the morning instead of that night. No real reason other than being tired from the bullshit of the day. So we watched some movies and ate pizza and went to bed early. Saturday we hightailed it down to the farm with the newest feline because she's not yet old enough to stay by herself without getting into trouble. This coming weekend she may have to try it out though. We dropped her off at the farm and headed off to Macomb for Deb's nephew's 3rd birthday party. It was enjoyable if not a little loud with all the kids but Connor is developing a very sweet personality and he's a joy to be around. Deb's dad gave me a new fiberglass topper for my truck which will give me more room for hauling things. I'll still keep the one I had on because it has a rack on top which I need when I haul my teepee around. Later we went over to Farm King so I could get some clamps for the topper. Deb also found a stovetop popcorn popper she was looking for. Deb has an obsession with popcorn and she's been wanting one of these handcrank stovetop poppers for awhile now. I still owe her rent money and she just decided I could pay it back by paying for all her stuff all weekend. Fine with me.

We went out to dinner at Brown's when we got home. Mmmmmmm Steaks and mashed potatoes. Then we headed over to Rob and Gwen's to see Baby Belle for awhile and catch up on family gossip. Later it was a relaxing evening at home with a meditation at 9 and still later an all night snuggle fest in the big evil bed.

Sunday I made breakfast in bed and then Gwen called and wanted us all to go roading later just ot get out of the house. She had some country cemeteries she wanted to visit, one of which was out on the old Potowatomi Reservation. So we were eager to go. We had to wait awhile for Gwen to find a sitter for Belle so in the meantime, I got my latest shipment of crystals boiling in a bucket of oxalic acid and got started on a new pot of Tropical Terror © salsa. I somehow managed to burn my fingers and I'm not sure whether it was on the acid, the juice from the habanero peppers or the fact I had veery cold skin when I came inside and immediately washed my hands in very hot water. Anyway, they stung for quite awhile after that. When Gwen called back later, I had just finished the salsa. I got 15 half pints and 5 full pints. Good sized batch. About half of it is already sold too. Sweet!

The roading trip was really fun. The ground is still frozen solid but the sun has been causing the snow to melt some so there were lots of puddles and mudholes to crash through. Rob's truck is 4wd. Mine is not but at least I knew Rob could pull me out if I got stuck. It turns out I didn't need to worry. My little Chevy did fine. One bridge we went over was so decrepit, you could see through the gaps in the railroad tie platform to the frozen creek below. I wouldn't have wanted to take a bigger truck over it than Rob's 3/4 ton. We got nice and muddy on the way back to the first cemetery where Rob's native ancestors are buried. These folks were Potowatomi but they were also decended from the Seneca from back East. The cemetery is smack dab in the middle of This

Game ranch.
But Illinois Law forbids block access to a cemetery so while we were there, all these huge bucks were running around us. Kinda nice to see them but kinda not nice to know they couldn't get out and eventually they would be hunted. I don't particulalry agree with this but hey, it's not my land so I don't have a say in it. Plus it costs $8,000 to hunt there so it's not like I'd be able to hunt anyway. We found a bunch of Rob's folks and a couple of my distant relatives as well.

We hit two other cemeteries before heading back cross country and generally raising Hell. After we got back to town, we visited for awhile and were getting ready to head to the farm when Robbie the mailman came by to tell us about how his 15 year old daughter had come home the other night to tell him how her new boyfriend had fingered her at the movie theater and wanted to know what she should do now. I'm often reminded why I've never wanted kids. This is one of those reminders!

We finally made it home just before dark and broiled some steaks and did twice baked potatoes. Afterward we gathered up cat and ourselves and headed back to the city. Got back here around midnight, watched a little TV and went to bed.

Not too bad a weekend.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 3rd, 2003 06:02 pm (UTC)
*s* Looks like you forgot to end your html command there...either that or it's one reeeaaallly big link. ;)
Well, at least the postman's daughter felt close enough to her dad to talk with him about it. I probably wouldn't have been willing to do that. But it's a good thing to be able to communicate like that.
The deer hunting resort makes me kind of sad...I guess I'm not big on hunting, but if you're going to do it I'd prefer it be because you want to make use of the animal - for food, clothing, shelter, whatever.
By the way, how do you make breakfast in bed? Don't you have to get out of bed to be able to get to the kitchen and make it? ;) Okay, I'm being a snot, I'll go now.
Mar. 4th, 2003 07:23 am (UTC)
You know, last week I posted a link and closed it and it did that as well so someone commented and told me I shouldn't close it.Can't win for losing. Yeah, the hunting thing kinda gets me too. I really didn't know it was even there until we rove through it. 9 foot fences with electric wire across the top kind of stand out in farm country though. I used to hunt when I was poor because that was the only way we could afford meat really. Plus it was done in a ritual and very respectful fasion. Everything was used. Now I own wooded land but I don't hunt because I can go to the store and buy a steak if I want. I do let people hunt my land but only certain ones and they have to observe my rules. To me, when you pay to kill something and it's guaranteed you are going to get something, it's not hunting anymore.

Mar. 3rd, 2003 07:58 pm (UTC)
Wow. Those are some INCREDIBLE bucks.

You know. I really, really wanted some of your Tropical Terror. But now I'm a little scared. Then I thought, 'duh, thus the word "Terror" in the name.' I'm a huge fan of fresh made salsa. I drive way out towards Haymarket to a farmer's market where this lady sells nothing but fresh home grown tomatoes and her homemade salsa, and I stock up once a month or so in the summer.
Mar. 4th, 2003 07:32 am (UTC)
I'll send you a jar for free. It is hot though. It's got a tropical fruit taste at first, then you get a slow burn. You get used to it but have something to drink handy. At the office we pour some over cream cheese and eat it with Wheat Thins but it's just as good with chips.

Email your address to me at dierker@frontiernet.net and I'll send you a jar.

Mar. 4th, 2003 10:13 am (UTC)
Just wait until I get my garden going this year. hundreds of fresh tomatoes each week and peppers too. Remind me then to send you fresh tomatoe salsa.

Mar. 4th, 2003 07:30 pm (UTC)
Drop-shipped home grown tomatoes and salsa. A girl could get used to that. :)
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