Lughnasa Waning Green Corn Moon
OK. In previous episodes of the Vega/Rigel saga our heroines have: escaped multiple times, eaten the recently installed netaphim, chewed up various hoses and their inside beds and, most famously, eaten my wedding ring. All that, but now they’ve done something serious: revealed the insides of the dvd player remote. Yike. Can you imagine manually inputting every command to your dvd player? I thought not. Sigh.
Kate’s back and she’s glad to be back. It allowed a day to rest and today we’ve begun work on the meal for the Woollies. I dug potatoes and pulled beets and carrots (three colors–white, purple and orange) while Kate brined the two free-range chickens I bought yesterday at the grocery store.
While filling the dogs pool (yes, they have one in addition to the water container.), I squatted down to hold the hose, the shortened bit Vega has left me. Crack, snapple and pop. Not rice krispies. Nope. It was my lower back. Owee.
Kate is a great resource on how to handle back pain so I have been her apprentice since then. She also gave me some pain meds that helped, too. I wanted to go out to the Marsh in Minnetonka to see the opening of Moon’s art show, but I can’t make it. Moon is Scott Simpson’s 92 year old Cantonese mother-in-law.
I do have to go to the grocery store for the stuff we decided we need for the meal.
