rhubarb

SEEING PEOPLE

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Gary is downstairs talking to our friend Jim. They are discussing the elevated consciousness of a character in Moby Dick. It’s been a long time since I read that novel and I did not love it.

I have left them alone to figure out their meal. There is good homemade chili in the fridge, sourdough bread, cheeses, sauced rice, and fixings for all sorts of food. I will make waffles for breakfast before Jim leaves us and we head off to return samples to Portland.

The second batch of rhubarb cordial is bigger than the two bottles gleaned from the first batch. Homegrown rhubarb, Icelandic vodka, and barely enough sugar. It is meant to be tart. The last bottle from this batch (at left) was squeezed out of the strained rhubarb, is cloudier, and might be sweeter and less high in alcohol. I am not a drinker of hard liquor, but I will taste this, served over ice and probably with sparkling water too. They are to be gifted.
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Camp NaNo day 22: EARTH DAY

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Camp NaNoWriMo word count: 35,655 before 7am on Monday, 22 April 2019

EMD word count: 70,007. My novel’s word count has gone backwards in a dramatic way. Though I did add a sentence or two, I have butchered out an entire chapter, and now I fear it’s too short. I think only famous people are allowed to write short books. But serious reorganization and butchery in chapters 11-14. It feels like progress.

I submitted poems to two journals yesterday online and prepared a packet to be mailed to another. We had two walks and moved furniture and Gary scrubbed floors while I made a curtain. We are looking forward to work on the garden. The good news is that all four rhubarb plants have survived. One is thriving to the point that it did not notice the slender young stalks I pulled to make a tart. We had rhubarb tart for dinner.