Sunday roadkill report
Jul. 31st, 2005 02:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jhetleyActually, the report bin appears to be empty. Saw various shreds and tatters -- woodchuck, raccoon, porcupine -- but all seemed well aged and unworthy of listing. Maybe we've used up the year's supply of idiot critters or of idiot drivers? Both seem unlikely.
Bicycled past Queen Anne's lace, goldenrod, hop clover, rabbit's foot clover, and brown-eyed Susans blooming all over. Also that damned purple loosestrife, of course. Passed a front yard where the people were obviously mowing _around_ the pernicious weed, thinking it was pretty.... May the benighted idiots mow their poison ivy instead.
Speaking of mowing, the farmers _have_ managed to hay a few fields, in spite of the wet spring. Corn, on the other hand, has barely reached knee-high status on the last day of July. Hope they planted that field for silage.
Think I'm going to be lazy and skip the afternoon's paint scraping. Day of rest, and all that. For those of you who enjoy the quaint detail of Victorian houses, I mention that our front porch has 134 turned spindles in that delicate ladder-work under the roof. Every single one of the bastards has to be scraped and wire-brushed. Twice. Once from the inside, once from the outside, in both cases from a ladder. Then do the same for the columns and for the rails and balusters.
45.6 miles, 3:32:40
Bicycled past Queen Anne's lace, goldenrod, hop clover, rabbit's foot clover, and brown-eyed Susans blooming all over. Also that damned purple loosestrife, of course. Passed a front yard where the people were obviously mowing _around_ the pernicious weed, thinking it was pretty.... May the benighted idiots mow their poison ivy instead.
Speaking of mowing, the farmers _have_ managed to hay a few fields, in spite of the wet spring. Corn, on the other hand, has barely reached knee-high status on the last day of July. Hope they planted that field for silage.
Think I'm going to be lazy and skip the afternoon's paint scraping. Day of rest, and all that. For those of you who enjoy the quaint detail of Victorian houses, I mention that our front porch has 134 turned spindles in that delicate ladder-work under the roof. Every single one of the bastards has to be scraped and wire-brushed. Twice. Once from the inside, once from the outside, in both cases from a ladder. Then do the same for the columns and for the rails and balusters.
45.6 miles, 3:32:40
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Date: 2005-07-31 01:33 pm (UTC)What exactly is silage? It's a word I don't recognize- well, I recognize but don't comprehend. Can you educate the lackey of the Good Mister Barnstead?
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Date: 2005-07-31 02:25 pm (UTC)Silage can also be made from sorghum, a tricky process because you can end up with cyanide in the feed if certain variables vary, or from chopped grass. In the latter case, the product is usually called "haylage."
Any other down-on-the-farm esoterica you need explained?
And I thought you were a henchman, not a lackey. Better image, you know, more sinister.
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Date: 2005-07-31 02:39 pm (UTC)You'd think I'd know more of this down on the farm esoterica...but no.
Henchman? Sinister?
Well, I have been more of a minion than a lackey. Lackey sounds like I don't have the gumption to do it myself. Minion sounds like I'm, well, villain in training.
Which could very well be possible if I'm his TA next year...*insert minion laughter*
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Date: 2005-07-31 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-31 03:37 pm (UTC)I don't really want a mustache. I can grow facial hair like a 13 year old girl (i.e. very badly) chinbeard, I could deal with.