Monday, January 5, 2015

Post Holiday Putterings, and a Wee Tiny Little Bit of News

Hello dear reader, and apologies (as usual) for the lengthy absence.  I had a very busy summer and fall in 2014, and then the 4th quarter dropped off rather dramatically in terms of work, but I had many projects and plans to putter about with, and I seem to have been non-stop busy.  I'm trying to be a bit more organized with my time in the new year, and perhaps that will allow me to blog more often.  I do miss it, and I have some former readers who say they miss reading the blog, so I'll try to keep things more up to date.

The holiday season presented some opportunity for crafty bits and pieces to spring forth from my hands, especially since I didn't have a great deal of work in the last quarter for my writing business.  As a result, I made a variety of gifts for friends and family.  Here are some highlights:

The "Flock of Geese" cowl that I made for my father is a free pattern on Ravelry found here, and I really enjoyed working on it.  I've improved my knitting of cables over the past year and really like the way that they spring forth from the needles.  I did this cowl in an Elann brand highland wool and Donegal tweed blend.  My Dad says it keeps his neck warm, and that was the goal!

I made quite a few ornaments for my Mum to hang on the tree.  Included in that group were an English Robin (crochet), a mushroom (crochet), a "partridge" (crochet), a pear (knit), and a snowflake (crochet).  I was relatively pleased with all of them and so was she, which was the intent!

I finally finished the Calm Waters Cowl and gave it to my mother, since she wears a lot of blue-green colours and I thought this would be ideal for her while walking the dog.  I finished it off with some pewter buttons in a Celtic scrollwork design.

I also made Marc a hat, which is great for him to use while snowblowing the driveway or participating in other outdoor activities.

For myself, I've been working on the "Sea Dragon Shawl" which is not yet finished, but progressing slowly.  I really like the pattern and I'm hoping to have it finished before winter is over!

So, these are the things that kept me busy in the months preceding Christmas.

Work is slowly starting to pick up again, and I'm hopeful that 2015 will be another busy year for my small business.  In part, because I hope to finish the renovations on the Nova Scotia farm this year so that it can be put on the market.  But also, in part, because I need to pay for my upcoming....


Squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  Yes, Marc proposed on Boxing Day and we are hoping to be married in September of 2015.  So there you have it, my tiny little bit of news.  It will be a very tiny little wedding, but rest assured, the love is anything BUT tiny!

Saturday, May 31, 2014

A bit of this and that

Gosh, it's been ages and ages since I posted, and I apologize to any readers who still check in from time to time.  I think about blogging on occasion and then I feel a bit overwhelmed and think "where do I start?" and just keep putting it off.  I think it's time for a bit of an update though, so I'll just chat about a few things from the last 6-8 months, and do a random round-up of thoughts.

The Farm:  It's still the pit of despair.  That said, there have been some improvements.  A new roof went on the place last fall, and it doesn't leak any more!  Hooray!  It's a nice forest green colour.
Some more minor projects have continued inside. The stairs were re-routed after my mother took a terrible tumble on them, in order to make them wider and more safe.  A hand rail was also installed.

In the process, a jelly cupboard was installed, or one could call it a pantry area.  It is a good use of space and my Dad made excellent shelving for it.

This summer I will be proceeding with the kitchen renovation, finally, only 3 years after it was supposed to happen.  Did you sense me rolling my eyes during that sentence?  If not, surely you can now!  The overall plan with the farm is to keep improving it until it's actually worth putting on the market, and then to sell it.  It's too isolated, too inconvenient to get to, too much land for my needs, and full of bad memories.

In the long, horrible winter that we had this year, there was an issue with burst pipes, and then an issue with blocked drains.  The basement was flooded for months, sometimes over a foot of water, and the source and drainage issues were not easily dealt with.  In addition, despite repeated attempts, it is difficult to get tradespeople to come out to my location - even when they make appointments, they often don't show up. My carpenter is the glowing exception to this rule, and I am thankful for that.  He does great work.  Anyway, the whole house ended up smelling not unlike a swamp (because it sort of contained one) and was really quite awful to live in.  I was spending more and more time with Marc in Moncton, and also more time on the road with my work.  Eventually, it became clear that something had to change, and so Marc and I decided that I would move to Moncton to live with him, which has been a great move and a source of much happiness.  We purchased a second-hand truck earlier this spring, which has proven very useful so far - I missed my old Iowa pick-up!

The Business:  Things have been very busy for the past year or so with my business.  I have had increasing amounts of work as a subcontractor for a number of clients and am enjoying keeping busy with lots of different projects.  Most of my work continues to be focused on ISO 9001 quality management, as well as HSE (health, safety and environment) program development and implementation.  I have also done quite a bit of instructional design work.  I still have a hand in the intellectual property world and wrote a full patent application earlier this year - the first one since leaving my former job in Iowa.  It was good to use those skills again.  I continue to seek new opportunities and clients but I am fairly busy already so I can't take on much in the way of new work at the moment.

The Critters:  Obviously, with the move to Moncton and the regular work travel, it became clear that I had to do something with the critters for a time.  I managed to find a wonderful home for the angora rabbits at Feathers and Fiber Microfarm in Bridgewater, NS.  They show angora rabbits and are well versed in angora rabbit care.  The sheep and goats were a bit more difficult to part with, but I managed to find excellent long-term boarding situations for them.  This allows Marc and I to proceed with our plan of working on the farm with the plan of selling it, and then finding our own place which will be a smaller farm with a fence in place where I can re-unite the gang of five.  I still have the chickens and they are kept in the big barn where I visit them regularly to refill the large feeders and waterers.  They are doing fine with minimal intervention in their feathered lives, and are producing lots of eggs for me.  Twilight, my ewe, had a lamb this spring, as a result of a tryst with a Blue-faced Leicester ram on her boarding farm.  I can't wait to meet the lamb, Wika! Caramel is also pregnant and due in July.  I really miss Lucky Nickel and Fezzik but they are in good hands and I hope to visit them soon as well.  So for now, I just have Jet and Izzy with me at Marc's.  As you can see, Jet feels right at home.

The Man:  All is well with Marc and we are enjoying our life together.  This June marks our first year together and what a wonderful ride it has been.  Marc starts a new job on Monday as Parts Manager of the local VW dealership.  I am very pleased and excited for him - his former workplace was neither a positive environment nor a rewarding one.  This will be a great new challenge for him, and an opportunity for growth in his career.  Our dogs have come to be more tolerant of each other....and our cats not so much.  We went for our first motorcycle ride of 2014 this week - a tour along the Bay of Fundy coastline.  The scenery was stunning despite the cold winds, and we really enjoyed the time out.  I continue to feel incredibly blessed to have found Marc, and to be loved by him each and every day.  Here we are way back in February on Valentines Day making silly heart shapes with our hands and having a good laugh about it.

The Hobbies:  As a result of the increased pace of work, increased travel time and the enjoyment of time spent with Marc, I haven't had much time for spinning, sewing, or other crafty pursuits.  I did recently finish a bouclĂ© mohair shawl which took me months to complete, simply because the only time I ever worked on it was when Marc and I went to estate auctions.  It was simple, mindless knitting that I could do while listening to the auctioneer and keeping an eye out for items of interest.  I'm very pleased with how it turned out.  I also did a little bit of spinning just this past week, and am pleased with the thick-and-thin yarn skeins I completed.

So there you have it, that's a little bit of life, lately.  I really should try to post more often, but sometimes the muse isn't there, and my attention is often being pulled in too many other directions.  Rest assured, I'm still carrying on!

Friday, September 20, 2013

Roasted Tomato Paste

One thing I've really missed since I moved away from Iowa is the delight of vegetable gardening in the summer.  The first summer here, I had no garden because I only moved into the house in June, and it was too late, and there was far too much to be done inside.  The second summer here was the dreadful summer of working at the blueberry factory and floundering in the pit of despair, so the tomatoes didn't do very well then either.  This year, finally, I had enough tomatoes to make roasted tomato paste.  Gardening here in Nova Scotia is a short-season affair, so growing tomatoes is a bit challenging compared to what I had become used to in Iowa.  If I had a greenhouse, it would be much easier, but still, I managed to get a decent yield this year - at least enough to make a pan of roasted sauce.  I was used to making say 30-40 pans of sauce in Iowa, but that's the benefit of a warmer, longer summer!  If I'm lucky and the frost doesn't hit for another week or so, I might get 1 or 2 more pans done.

Here's what I do to make my roasted tomato sauce (which is closer to a paste, really).

Select a good assortment of tomatoes and wash.

Chop roughly and put the tomatoes into a glass roasting pan - I generally use an 8 x 13" pan.  I drizzle olive oil over them and then add some Italian seasonings.  Some people add onions, garlic, or other herbs.  Be creative - do as you like!

I set the oven to 400 F and put the pan on the middle rack for about 2 hours, turning the tomatoes with a spoon now and then, until the liquid is considerably reduced.  Here's how they looked when they came out today.  Keep an eye on them - you don't want the top layer browning too heavily because it will give a burnt, acrid taste to the paste.

After they are out of the oven, I let them cool for a while.

I have a stainless steel manual food mill.  This was very handy when I was making a lot of tomato paste, and is great for other vegetable purees and fruit purees.

I had an electric food mill for a while but it was cantankerous and inefficient - I much prefer this manual one. Mine has 3 different sizes of metal plates for the bottom that allow different sizes of particles to pass through. I use the one with the smallest holes for tomatoes because I don't really want lots of seeds.

If you don't have a food mill, you could crush the tomatoes with a potato masher or forks, and then use a medium-mesh strainer to achieve the same end product.

I place the food mill over a bowl and pour in the tomato mixture.

After some elbow grease has been applied, the remainder in the food mill is just skins and seeds (which the chickens will get as a snack in the morning!)

The resulting tomato sauce can be further reduced if you wish to make it even thicker, or it can be frozen immediately.  This stuff is wonderful - it is the pure essence of ripe tomato, concentrated and thickened into a dose of summer.

I freeze it in freezer bags because it makes for very efficient storage.  Squeeze the air out of the bag when it is laid flat, so that the paste is almost at the top.  Lay flat in the freezer to freeze, and then once frozen, the bag can be placed on its side or end in a "library" of bags.  I used to make paste with red, orange, yellow, and mixes of tomatoes, so I always had many colours of paste to choose from.

It's great in winter for lasagna or other pasta dishes, soups, stews, and almost any recipe where tomato sauce or paste is used.  Give it a try if you have a lot of tomatoes on hand!

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

I think a bear was there!

This morning on the way down the driveway for Jet's walk, I noticed that a tree limb was hanging at a strange angle.  It definitely wasn't like that yesterday.  You can see it in roughly the middle of this picture, hanging out from the right side of the drive.

As I got closer, I could see it was quite definitely broken, and that it was a reasonably large branch in terms of the diameter.  I figured the goats had been up to mischief as usual.
Then I noticed, when I came closer, that the vegetation to one side was really squashed down.  It appeared to me to be more squashed than I would expect to see from a few goat hooves, or even a goat that had decided to lay down for a while and ruminate.  It's a little hard to tell from this picture, but the area that is squashed is about a 3 foot diameter patch.

Then I noticed that on the other side of the branch that was broken, there was another completely squashed area where something large had crushed all the vegetation.
Here you can see where the branch was broken from the main stem - it's not an easy break for a small animal to make.
Black bears live in this area and they're preparing for hibernation at this time of year.  They eat a lot of berries.  This tree has berries on it - I think they are service berries or choke cherries - I'm not entirely sure. There were still berries on the broken branch though, so if it was a bear, it wasn't terribly efficient.
Overall, I'm not sure if there was a bear, there, or not.  I tried to look for any hair or evidence of bear fur (or droppings) but there was nothing I could find.  No goat droppings either!  I thought I detected a very faint musky smell, but that could have been my overactive imagination.  Still, something definitely did break the branch and cause a lot of vegetation damage in the immediate area.  The other clue was that Jet was really very excited about sniffing that area.  He could definitely smell the visitor!
I guess I'll be keeping an eye out for large mammals on our walks!

In the meantime, signs of fall are beginning to show.  I love the colour of the Virginia Creeper vine, even if it is a nuisance plant!  There is still plenty of lovely green grazing for the goats and sheep though.  I hope the hard frosts are still a long way off!

On our afternoon walk, Jet and I went across to the open pasture over the road.  We found definite evidence of bear!  This, my dear readers, is bear poop!  I put a small apple on it for scale.  You can see all the berry seeds in it.  That's no small animal leaving evidence, that's a full "power dump" from a big ol' bear!
Jet did a lot of sniffing over there too.  He definitely is on the bear trail!  I was just enjoying the lovely blue skies and gentle breezes.
We also found a destroyed paper wasp nest.  Quite possibly a bear would do that.

I believe this is some kind of Viburnum species, and I suspect the bear likes these berries too.   They provide a lovely splash of colour in the sea of green.

There are also a few last apples hanging on.  I think the bear will be feasting around here for a while!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The silver lining I never expected

In my last blog post, I talked about the changes in my career and professional direction over the past year. Things have changed in that same time period for my personal life as well, although not quite so quickly and confidently.  Before I could even begin to think about moving forward personally, I had to spend a long time recovering from the mistakes I'd made in choosing to leave Iowa and trusting the seller of this property, not to mention recovering from misplaced trust in a relationship I never should have entered in the first place, especially considering the fact that it was the primary reason for my leaving Iowa and all that I'd built there. We all make mistakes, but I wasn't used to making quite so many serious mistakes with such far-reaching implications in such a short period of time - implications not only for me but also my parents and friends.  I felt like I was dragging everyone down into that dark cave of mine!  It took me a long time to begin to believe in myself again and trust my ability to make good decisions, not to mention trusting anyone else.  I gave up even considering relationships - I was in no condition to share time with anyone, and I had no desire to do so.  I just wanted to be left alone and I knew I needed time to think about my priorities and needs.

When spring rolled around and my work life was improving, I thought maybe it was time for me to consider some investigation of my "social life" options, but I had a fairly laissez-faire attitude about it.  I didn't really expect to find anyone suitable, especially given my rather remote location and my somewhat atypical lifestyle and unusual personality quirks.  I signed up for a free online personals service without much conviction, but I wrote a lengthy profile that was essentially intended to put off all but the most stalwart of contenders, because the majority of people wouldn't even bother to read the whole thing before moving on.  Aside from deleting the initial flurry of offers from entirely dreadful (and some rude!) candidates who no doubt target all new users, it was something I mostly ignored and didn't put much effort into pursuing.  I scanned profiles from time to time, and received some messages expressing interest, but found myself having to send polite but firm responses to those whose own profiles made them sound either scary, boring, barely coherent, or otherwise unappealing.  A few messages I responded to, but quickly determined there was nothing worth further exploration.  I maintained my "This is definitely not going to work" attitude. Above all, I didn't actually initiate any contact with any profiles I read because (a) there weren't any that interested me sufficiently and (b) I'm not actually that brave.  I spent time thinking about what I was looking for and essentially concluded that it was far too unlikely to exist, especially not around here, and that even if I saw an interesting profile, I'd be too inhibited to respond.  Good thing I had goats and sheep to keep me company, not to mention Jet!

So it was, that I was all the more surprised one evening when I found a profile that (a) interested me significantly and (b) challenged my aforementioned lack of bravery.  After considerable thought, a couple of glasses of wine, some more considerable thought, and the writing, editing and re-writing of about 2 lines of text about 10 times...I did actually attain the stage of sufficient bravery to press the "send" button on my 2 lines of entirely bland text.   I determined that the worst possible thing that could happen would be that he would respond in the same "Thanks but no thanks" kind of response I'd sent in the past.  Slightly less worse, he might just ignore me.  Having pressed send and determined this "worst case scenario," I then pretty much forgot about it. That's just the way I roll - because sending 2 lines of non-committal text that essentially said "you have an interesting profile" was unlikely to generate anything in return!

Imagine my shock when I received a response!  I stopped myself from going into total panic mode (which would mean I couldn't possibly respond back), and I did manage to write back, somewhat shakily.  And so it went, back and forth for a while.  And then one evening, quite unexpectedly, it went back and forth, and forth and back, and back and forth some more, and suddenly, 9 pm had turned into 4:30 am, and we were still "talking." Furthermore, I wasn't all that tired - and I usually turn into a pumpkin if I haven't gone to sleep by midnight!  Some long-forgotten and neglected neurons, deep in my brain, began stretching themselves and shaking off the cobwebs that had accumulated during their long dormancy, not quite remembering how they were supposed to operate.

Then I realized with alarm...I might actually have to meet him someday!  Gulp.  I had really lost a great deal of self confidence in the previous couple of years, and the thought of meeting someone new suddenly seemed too much to contemplate, but I told myself (strictly and with conviction that I didn't really feel), "Claire, you can't keep on being a bump on a log forever."  There are some good things about being single, and some people prefer to stay that way, but I'm just not one of them.  Nobody was going to show up on my doorstep though - I had to put in some effort.  I had to push myself to make that effort because I really didn't feel all that positive about my chances for success.  So that's how I ended up having dinner in Amherst with Marc, and walking around town afterwards, talking about all sorts of things, and eventually sitting in the gazebo in the park downtown, being eaten alive by mosquitoes, and not really noticing the growing number of bites!

When we finally met in person, suddenly, that imaginary person that I'd always wanted to find but never really believed existed was sitting right in front of me.  From that very first date, it was kind of a magical experience. Despite a fairly long history of long-term relationships in my past, I don't think I have ever connected with someone so quickly and deeply as I have with Marc.  We really "get" each other, and that is so very rare for's been a great many years since I have had a partner who understands me so well, right from the beginning.  Please forgive the clichĂ©s, because I really do mean it when I say that he makes my heart sing, my soul dance, and my imagination soar, not to mention the fact that he makes me laugh, and isn't that the best medicine?  He did what nobody else could do - he made me believe in dreams again.

Now I know that despite the trials and tribulations I've faced as a result of my decision to move back to Nova Scotia, and all the heartache that went along with that, there was a reason for it - something far more valuable than I could have guessed or imagined a year or two ago.  It feels like winning the lottery, without having bought a ticket - I never would have guessed that I would find such a wealth of love and joy.

On one of our early dates, we watched the movie: HappyThankYouMorePlease.  (yes, the title really is supposed to run together like that).  It wasn't a huge success with the critics, but it did well at the Sundance Film Festival.  I really enjoyed it, and its primary message about gratitude, happiness, and acceptance was particularly well timed for me.  As one of the characters explains early in the film, we need to remember to reflect gratitude to the Universe.  As such, when we are happy, we should say so, and reflect our gratitude back to the Universe for whatever has come our way.  There are a lot of great scenes, but the one that really struck a chord with me (and which Marc even predicted would have an impact), is this one:

And that's what it's like, every day, with Marc.  He asks me to accept being adored, even though it's difficult for me.  Effortlessly, I adore him in return.  I'm so very happy!  Thank you!  More please!

Monday, August 26, 2013

Reflecting on a year of change and transition

It has now been just over a year since I started my own business.  I have been reflecting upon that recently, and thinking about how much has changed since that time.  I remember the five months before I started the business, I was working at a frozen blueberry factory in the microbiology testing laboratory.  Although I was glad to have found a job at the outset, since I was living in the middle of nowhere and very worried about even finding any sort of job, it was undoubtedly the most boring and thankless job I've ever had, and I hadn't been paid so little since the early 1990s, which was simply soul destroying for me.  I spent my days in mindless drudgery, wondering how on earth I could get myself out of the mess in which I'd found myself. Those were dark days indeed, and I had trouble getting out of bed in the morning to face another day.

When I was offered the opportunity to work on a major writing project, with a payoff that would last me for several months of bills, at a rate that more than tripled the factory pay, I made that decision - it was time to make that leap.  As my father said, it was a "bold decision" at the time, but it was necessary.  It was not only a financial improvement, but it was necessary for my mental health.  I was drowning in a pit of self-pity and anxiety, made worse by a dead-end job and badly damaged self-confidence.

I thought when I started out the business that I'd find work that was pertinent to my former life as a patent agent - assuming that I would fit in somehow as an intellectual property writer and researcher, doing work for small companies or Pro Se inventors.  I also thought that most of the work I'd end up with would be related to agriculture or at least the biological sciences, since that was also my strongest area of experience and knowledge.  I was wrong about both those things!  It has turned out that my writing skills have led me into new areas that I didn't really expect to work in, supplemented by other skill sets that I acquired along the way in my career.  Now, much of the work I do is based on helping small companies achieve ISO 9001 status, meaning that they follow a set of quality guidelines established by the International Standards Organization.  I also have done work for the offshore industry in oil and gas, primarily pertaining to health, safety and the environment.  I've edited a self-help book, done some grant proposal work, and am also doing some risk assessment work as a subcontractor.  I even have a website that you can visit if you wish - just click my logo below!

In the year's time since I started, I have developed a regular client list, and in the past 8 months, I have surpassed the "small supplier status" here in Canada, which means that I need to charge sales tax to my clients now.  For a one-person small business, that's not too bad for the first year.  I've learned a lot about running my own business and the up-and-down nature of freelance work. I haven't been able to do as much with repairing the house as I'd like to have done, but progress has been made.  Most importantly, I'm a happier and healthier person with a far better outlook on the future.  I never thought I'd run my own business in the past - it just wasn't something I'd considered.  Now, I have a lot more freedom and a lot more power to make my own decisions, which has been very beneficial in helping me heal the wounds of the past.

In fact, by the spring of this year, I was able to begin to re-examine my personal life, which has taken me on another significant journey, but that's a story for the next blog post, so you'll just have to stay tuned...

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

And finally, she is Manuka

Sometimes, I am scared to give names to my animals.  It seems that sometimes, when I give names, they are suddenly taken from me.  This is how it was with Manuka.  I felt that she was always at risk.  Sadly, her dear little silkie friend was taken from her, by the fox, and it hurt.  I felt like I'd failed them both.  It took me a long time to get over that loss.  But now, my sweet hen deserves a name.  Here she is, off to the right amongst the flock at feeding time.  The only hen with honey-coloured feathers.

For a while, she was very tightly bonded to me.  She greeted me in the mornings.  She flew up to the window ledge to accept feed from my hand.  She followed me around the chicken yard like a puppy.  She sat on my lap.  She took all the love that I could give.

It couldn't stay that way.  When she flew up to the window ledge, Jet was there, ready to take her for his next meal.  She didn't interact with the flock in a normal way.  She wasn't learning the ways to stay keep herself out of harm's way.  She didn't understand that danger lurked in the sky, on the ground, all around her.

So, I let her go.  I let her become part of the flock.  I stopped giving her morning cuddles and encouraging her to eat from my hand.  She integrated.  She became part of the flock that she was meant to run with.  She learned to be cautious and wary.  Now, she does not approach me.  She stays back, with the others...watching...waiting.  She likes to spend time with Foxmorton, the larger rooster.  He seems to have an affection for her as well.

I ache a little, in my heart, to know that she no longer trusts me.  But she is better off that way. She was nearly passed over.  I never intended to buy a production hen chick.  I only got her as a companion to the silkie chicks I bought.  The sweet silkie chicks that I lost, one at a time.  She is the only one who remains. An "ordinary" brown egg layer production hen.  To me, she is Manuka, a gorgeous girl with honey coloured feathers who stole my heart and shares the chicken yard with my motley flock.  Here she is eating an apple that has fallen from the tree.

In case you don't know, Manuka honey is a special honey from New Zealand that has potential antibacterial qualities.  I like to use it in my oatmeal.

In any case, sweet Manuka is a lovely hen, and  I am so glad she is part of my flock.

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