Sometimes I wonder how my life got to be so strange. It is undoubtedly boring, but there are probably things I do that the average person does not. This morning I:
- Woke up, packed Isaac's lunch.
- Helped Emi get ready for the morning.
- Lowered the ramp in the chicken coop so the chickens could play in the run. Filled water and food dishes.
- Went to the garage with a pair of chopsticks in order to pick out superworms for Rosie and Cheep Cheep's breakfast. Said "good morning" to the 500 newest members of our family. I casually sifted through their substrate (chicken mash and wheat bran) to look for any that have pupated, died, or if any of their carrots molded (they need the carrots for hydration).
- Dumped 16 superworms into chicken run, and giggled as the chickies excitedly gobbled down their meal.
- Noticed some tasty cherry tomatoes on our vine, so picked and ate a couple before realizing I had not yet washed my hands. Slapped my forehead with dirty hand.
- Washed hands. Forgot to wash forehead.
- Woke Isaac up and took the kids to the bagel shop for breakfast. Dropped off both kids at their respective schools.
- Went home and dialed into a work teleconference.
- Cleaned out the fridge a tiny bit, pulling out soft and rotten vegetables from the crisper. Cut vegetables in halves and quarters, and took the tastier-looking veggies outside to the worm composting bin. Went into the garage for some shredded newspaper and sprinkled over worms and new veggies, then watered. Placed the rest of the bad food into our bokashi bucket, including some old raw pork. Doubt that the bokashi will work, but do it anyway.
- Washed hands, brushed teeth, had tuna salad for breakfast and gagged at the taste. Decided tuna salad isn't a good chaser to fluoride. Opted for beef jerky instead.
- Fed Maggie.
Even if we have become the crazy pseudo-farming family of the block, I must say I'm pretty happy working for these creatures, big and small. Here is one of my bigger creatures loving on some of my smallest:
Emi: little ballerina by day, greedy little beetle larvae lover by afternoon. Babies are complex.
Now it's lunchtime and I'm deciding whether to leave the house to eat and shop for groceries (and enjoy the gorgeous weather, even for a few minutes), or just reheat something and take a shower. I'm not yet used to the superworms, so I'm feeling pretty icky. But then again, I'm shower-averse, so here I sit.
How was your morning?