A little Maker's in my Mohawk...

So. First Things First. The Friday night BBQ somehow (the Maker’s Mark possibly?) meandered into an exploration of ‘What-Can-Ashley-Do-With-Hair-Clippers’. And in my typical fashion, I let an intoxicated person near my hair (but so did Bobby!!). Mid-way through the hair cut I was flooded with images of my past….. the night I stumbled home and was persuaded by Uncle Dan and Mom (half cocked on a bottle of white wine), to ‘chop it all off!’. Then there was the Thanksgiving Uncle Ducky corralled the whole family down to the basement with his grey goose in one hand and case of clippers in the other - everyone shouting out ‘just trust him’ - whilst falling over each other in hysterical laughter after every snip. And how could I forget the night our Lakeview gang shared a bottle of Jack Daniels with the 56 year old Joan Crawford crazy in apartment #3, and convinced me that bleaching my dreadlocks was the answer to all my love life woes. Of course, I’ve had plenty of haircuts the old fashioned way, but the funny thing is, my best hair has always come out of an impulsive inspiration and an inebriated stylist. 

 

First cut!

Anyway, back to this particular impulse: A mohawk!, with three stripes shaved in above my left ear, GI Jane style! I figured, if Ashley was as good at hair styling as she is at cooking, I really had nothing to worry about. (And, if it looked like shit, it’s not like I’d be missing out on any hot dates, being out here in the middle of nowhere.) The Horton crew wanted so badly for Ashley to carve in a lightning bolt - - luckily I had enough discretion left to remain unconvinced. 

 real bad-ass.

We all have barn and farm chores that rotate on a monthly basis. This month I am in charge of opening and closing the five greenhouses, one of the more important tasks. Important because if I forget and the temperature dips at night, all of the plants could die, and that’d be on my shoulders… My other task is emptying the compost and sorting the recyclables, which mainly consists of beer bottles, lol. Speaking of beer, we have pushed back bottling the nettle beer one week because the fermentation is behind schedule (it hasn’t been particularly warm out, which has slowed the process). 

And in other news - last Thursday, after a hard day of digging, slinging poo, and planting we decided to celebrate cinco de mayo at the pizza joint in Venita, the closest restaurant around (not that 20 miles is necessarily ‘close’). I’d had a light lunch that day, and with everyone’s support, was able to finish off the largest calzone I’d ever seen in my life, plus the bottle of chipotle hot sauce (which, to be fair, was only half full). I’ve always known of my ability to pack away pizza-like foods, but this experience actually surprised me. Mostly because it didn’t take any effort. I was even still kind of hungry afterwards! 

 

This week is going to be busy with the official/public opening of the zen-do, Ashley’s birthday, and night of cheese making! I look forward to the possibility of some sunshine too!

Weeding with the "hula hoe" !