Tonight I’m awake and it’s just past midnight. It’s not ideal to not sleep but alas it’s just one of the things that happen sometimes. Im sure it’s something hormonal that keeps me from restful sleep. So here’s widn:
Dandelion petals, violet, ground ivy, and mint. Today I'm processing some beef broth I made two days ago. It's in the canner right now. It was super easy and came out delicious but if you'd asked my oldest granddaughter, it "smelled and looked gross." She was brave and tasted it and determined it was delicious though. We FaceTimed while I got my jars ready and put the gelatinous mass into them from larger jars and a bowl I had used to put them in the fridge. She seemed excited when I told her that this is how gelatin is made. We scooped the warm broth into the jars together, while she noticed it was quite greasy. So I saved the grease off the broth and had some fat in the freezer and am currently heating it to render to make tallow. I need to finish folding towels and put those away and get a few other chores done before it's tine to make supper. What are you doing these days?
In the past few days the Instagram knitting community has blown up with all kinds of talk of racism and white privilege and the like. I have had a range of emotion over this- first over the actual blog post that started the whole thing. I don't see the outrage in the post. Does that mean I have some sort of white privilege? I'm only white from my mother's side to look at us. Of course nearly all African Americans are white somewhere. It was part of the slavery that brought our ancestors here: our foremothers didn't always have only African descent men in their beds, and not necessarily through any fault of their own. I wonder if I don't see it because I live a somewhat sheltered life: white husband, nearly white looking kids, Appalachian mountains so we are a weird bunch separate from the rest of the south- and the living here is hard despite technology (many folks here where I live still don't have electricity and have never had it or indoor plumbing so interne
I don't know about you, but regularly blogging- or anything- is hard. Since I've been on social media the last nearly two decades, I've found I say many of the things I want to say I say there instead of here. I quit Facebook and instagram some time ago and have gone back for various reason, but again quit this past autumn. I realized some time ago that I was wasting so much time there and there was no way to get away from toxic things, like advertisements that seem to know everything about me (for the record, I don't believe that people *are* toxic, but when someone is described as such, it's because they make poor decisions and life choices and that YHWH can change anyone so I refrain from saying a person is or people are toxic). So here I am again, rereading my own blog posts and missing out on being able to capture my thoughts in full rather than little quips and shares. Does anyone else's words and memes ever completely reflect everything you want to say
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