Posts may be slim for the next few weeks. I’m typing challanged with a cast covering my thumb. Healing time for a ligament. Then fast forward six weeks and repeat on the other hand for a ligiment that did NOT heal. But after that I should be up and running with two strong opposable digits!
The chicks are growing quickly. They’re not as cute with their feathers coming in all over the place as they are when they’re all fuzzy. And this batch sure picks. Each time we add more natural light, they seem to decide that they should be eating feathers for lunch. Maybe the window just lets in too much light. We are now leaving the door which leads into the kitchen open a few inches. They are handling that pretty well. So the current goal is to get the door open a foot or so, then start on uncovering the window again. The door needs to be open a bit anyway to let the chick room cool off. The heat lamp does an impressive job.
I started on the barn quilts. We purchased some 1/4 inch smooth, inexpensive plywood and cut it in half to make two 4’x4′ squares. I primed every exposed surface twice. Using high gloss yellow paint for the background color wasn’t the greatest idea (I had to sand it to be able to paint on top of it) but it was free, being leftover from another project. Then I drew the pattern of the Eastern Star using a yardstick and a pencil. I practiced the pattern on graph paper, which gave me an easy way to figure the correct measurements for the plywood. I had one square on the paper represent three inches on the board. Taping one shape at a time and painting it takes a while. I needed to let each shape dry before taping over part of it to paint the next shape. In this pattern, the points all meet in the middle. It looks pretty good. I’ll get a picture.
Goal #6 is progressing bumpily. I am learning what real hunger feels like and to pay attention and enjoy what I eat, but I have chosen to eat several times for reasons other than hunger. Then I fail – and have to remember this a process, not an all or nothing pass/fail test. The biggest rock I placed in my way was to weigh myself on Day Five, hoping for some big changes. (Yes, day five) There weren’t, and I reacted badly. (read that, went into a tail spin, questioning everything I am trying to do.) Sigh. I suppose if this was an easy process, everyone would at their ideal weight. And if I was rational all the time, I would already be at my favorite weight!