We came back into the city for some events this weekend. Between meetings this afternoon, I run to the store for something to eat. At the checkout I realize I have a basket full of prepared foods. Fuck it! I love sodium!
In the express lane - the 15 items or less lane - I watch a man in an LL bean rain jacket and clogs unpack his basket; Selzer, broccoli. Walnuts, lentils. Onions, lotion, Lara bars (5). It goes on. Christ, sorbet, of course. This line is taking forever and I start counting his items as he takes them out of the basket. My eyebrows jump at 18. I am surprised at my irritability and also this seemingly rational, healthy man's inability to follow simple supermarket rules. I want to lean in close to him and whisper "Twenty-eight."
I want to shout TWENTY EIGHT!!!!!!!! twentyeighttwentyeighttwentyeightttttt.
Things are a little, intense.
Eric and I eat a rotiserrie chicken with our fingers tonight. We're in good spirits for a change. Many of our nights living at the farm have been peppered with productive conversations like:
Why are you so cranky?
I'm not cranky, you're cranky.
You're being really fucking annoying right now.
You're being annoying.
I'm going to go hang myself in the barn now.
I'm going to go compost myself.
Remember to cut yourself up into little pieces!!!
Which is not to say that we're not having a great time, we are! I'm learning so much. Like the other day when Sanford Horton (renowned tractor pull champion of the capitol region) stopped by to discuss plowing our large field. We were talking about grain drilling some buckwheat seed as a cover crop when I said "And what if we plant the seed and then it doesn't rain?" My question hung in the air while he stared straight at me for a second too long before answering...."Well if we could control the weather a lot of people would be doing this."
"Good answer Sandy! I was testing you! Can I offer you a glass of pinot gris?"
This spring has been a schizophrenic season for my mind. In all seriousness I have so many fantastic new people in my life who are making this farm (which by the way we're renaming "Shot in the Dark Farm") come to life. Bob, Ivan, Sanford, CERISE and SONYA!, Agnes, Thor, Glenn, not to mention all the great farmers who have lent me their time and knowledge offering invaluable advice and demonstrating kind patience for my endless questions.
I cut three buckets of tulips, fritillaria, and narcissus yesterday before we drove back to Brooklyn. It wasn't that big of deal, but thinking back on it I realize it was a sort of milestone for Saipua. Lucky brides be getting some pretty things from Worlds End this weekend. I'll try to take some pictures, and see you on the other side.