- Whew, I'm tired. Last night rehearsals wind me up, and then I can't sleep.
- C-man was observing that nap time is wasted on the K4 and K5 classrooms.
- Beerman made it home last night, which was nice.
- I've got the first third of the play totally memorized. Only 2/3 to go.
- At least the last third is pretty minimal.
- C-man quizzes me on my lines and I quiz him on his football plays.
- I have to figure out what dress I'm going to wear.
- Being fat doesn't help this. Maybe I should do a cleanse. Sigh.
- I'm so happy I harvested my honey, but now I'm looking at all those bottles and wondering where to store them.
- Speaking of that, I'm so tired of people asking for bottles. Get your own bee stings, people!
- Not to mention, if I sold it for what I've got in it, it'd make me cry.
- People keep coming to work sick. I'm so tired of sending them home. Just stay home, people!
- I took Beasley to the park last night. I don't think I've ever seen a crazier, happier dog.
September 3, 2015
at 12:54 PM
September 2, 2015
- Beerman comes home tonight. It'll be nice to be able to slow down a bit this week.
- I can usually handle when he travels quite well, but after having been away all weekend and having rehearsals all night - I'm a mess.
- I'm wearing a 4 year old dress today because nothing else was clean.
- I'm a frickin' disaster.
- So is Beasley. He didn't run this weekend, and he's out of control crazy.
- At least C-man is having a good week.
- He likes his teacher a lot. Hopefully it stays that way.
- I had him take a bottle of honey to her today. You know, just in case.
- Fur on shoes is a trend this Fall. Um... no.
at 1:32 PM
September 1, 2015
Play rehearsals continue nightly. C-man doesn't have football on Tuesdays and Thursdays now that school has started, so he has to come with me tonight. Everyone has been asking where he is, since he was such a presence the last time I did this.
The good news in all of this is that I've got 33 pages memorized. The bad news, there are 107 pages to this play. I'm supposed to be off-book by next week for Act I. I think I'll make it. I keep rehearsing in my car with a pre-recorded version of me. Anyone driving by seeing me gesturing dramatically while driving must think I'm nuts.
Sorry, Officer. I was rehearsing.
I know I said I didn't need to do this again the last time I did it. I really should have listened to myself.
at 9:42 AM
August 31, 2015
I woke up and felt like a total cliche. I stubbed my toe going to the bathroom. The cream in my coffee curdled. I made a second cup and burned my tongue when I drank it. (I'm used to the cream cooling it off!) When I did get to drink it, it just tasted gross. Beasley wouldn't leave me alone. C-man didn't want to wake up. Somehow, I have to get through my day with back-to-back meetings and get home by 3:30 to get C-man off the bus and Beasley to the park and then homework done and then C-man to practice so I can get to rehearsal trusting the babysitter will pick C-man up from practice and make him shower and get ready for bed. Because, oh yeah, Beerman is gone again.
In other news, C-man went to 5th grade today. The only positive things he could manage to say about it were:
- Gym is on Mondays
- We get iPads
- I get a locker
at 8:51 AM
August 30, 2015
I drove north to see my bees today. And much to my surprise, they were doing amazingly well. So well, I decided to grab a super (one box) of frames to bring home to harvest. And so well, that they were incredibly docile and didn't mind a ton that I was stealing it.
Once home, I set everything up outside. Since there were few bugs, and it would keep me away from Beasley's inquiring nose, it seemed like a good plan. I started by scratching the wax cappings off the frame to expose the sweet, gooey honey below.
Once I had two frames uncapped, I put them into the extractor. It's just a giant centrifuge that I crank manually on top. Crank it one way for a while (30 seconds-ish), and then crank it the other. Then check to see if they were spun out. If they are, I removed them and did it again.
After my 7 frames (The 8th frame in the box wasn't fully capped, which meant the water content was too high. Above 18%, and your honey will ferment!), I took the operation inside.
Which is where I opened up the honey gate and let it drain into the cappings tank. That way all the run-off is in one place. Plus, it strains out all the giant wax pieces.
From there, I opened up that honey gate and let it flow through a few sieves (600 micron) to get rid of wings and wax and other gunk.
Once strained, I pulled out a ladle and bottled 13 of them up where they can sit until the air bubbles settle out. There's still more to bottle (almost that much again), but I ran out of bottles. (Amazon to the rescue tomorrow!) But I feel a little drunk on the sweetness since I kept licking off everything it was dripping on during the process. Ahhh, I'm so happy things are going right so far.
at 10:43 PM
August 29, 2015
It was cold and drizzly and miserable. It must be football season. C-man wasn't at his finest form. I'm not sure if it was just because it was a scrimmage, because he's learning new positions, or because he is playing with bigger kids. He did well, he just wasn't a standout.
But he loved it, nonetheless. And I guess that's really what matters. Two weeks until the season really starts.
at 6:51 PM