Kristine Keeney

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"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."
- Robert A. Heinlein
So far, I haven't had the chance to plan an invasion, conn a ship, design a building, set a bone, or die gallantly. I hope I'm not called on to do those things soon.
I have survived things that probably should have killed me, and seem to serve as a good example of "What *Not* To Do" for certain situations.
I have a black belt in Ishin Ryu and Tang Su Do that turned into a more MMA version a few years back when my instructor decided that he wanted to learn Krav Maga. I earned that Dan and I'm going to see if I can get another.
I tend to "write a book" every November for the NaNoWriMo self-assigned challenge. I almost earned a degree in Wildlife and Fisheries, which has made me an expert in Natural Science trivia.
I have done historical costuming, am refreshing my skills at handwork, and am debating whether getting surgery for carpal tunnel is worth the time for recovery, if it only really affects my crochet work and certain other repetitious crafts/skills.
I was an active member of the SCA Inc., and enjoy a wild variety of medieval things and stuff.
I am married, have no children, and currently share my home with an elderly Irish Setter, a grumpy old lady cat that adopted us when she was a 6 week old bit of fluff back in May of 2004, and The Most Wonderful Husband in The World (tm) who has been with me for more than 30 years.
I have managed to keep all the fully feathered poultry in the backyard, though I do brood them in the kitchen. I'm sure I have other questionable habits, but they seem to center around handwork, plants and critters.
South-southeast Texas, technically the "Golden Crescent", zone 9a
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I had read about someone trying this as a "fashion experiment" for something having to do with restyling a band's image. I have no idea what it was or why I read it - it was in the early days when I read everything I could find about sewing.
I managed to luck into a stash of men's silk (or close enough) ties. Lots of them, so gave it a try. I couldn't make it work.  It was either too heavy for the elastic, or there were gaps in odd places or ... I was a newbie to sewing and it was, at best, a concept in ideas and skill. I could, and did, sew many things. Most of them stayed together and did what they were supposed to do.
The "Tie Skirt" didn't.

I am impressed and highly approve of your skirt. It is amazing and every bit what I had been hoping for in those early days - goes with anything, can be dressed up or down, and has an impressive "twirl factor", the best part of wearing skirts, really.
And, congratulations!
1 week ago
I count my chickens at night, when they've gone to roost. Taking a picture of them at that point should be easy.

My birds roost in the open - kind of. I had brooded the oldest of the flock in a very cheap portable greenhouse that came with a plastic covering, which got immediately switched for hardware cloth and a tarp. I haven't been able to convince them to roost anywhere else, so it's easy to count them.
I'm in the process of trying to find a different solution as the cheap aluminum/really cheap iron/steel has started to rust through quite dramatically.
For the time, at least, they are easy to find and count.

I hope you find a solution that works well for you.
1 week ago
Put a 5 pound weight in that hand, and alternate hands lifting weight, and it's the move a physical therapist gave me for strengthening my shoulders.

Lift that hand and do a one handed pushup without falling over and it's the new torture pushup from my martial arts instructor. I think he's now just making up stuff for the lols. Watching more then 20 people try to not fall over like that has got to be pretty funny.

You know you're a Garden Permie when : your main consideration when looking at the "late summer garden" is "What did I learn *this year* that I will do better/not do at all next year?"
                                                                       You have decided that planting inside the chicken's yard was a good decision, but maybe that lovely flat are in the front is better because, there's a lot of lovely flat and if you get started soon,
                                                                        it'll be perfect for the Spring.
                                                                        While recovering from an unfortunate experience, you start looking at the yard and thinking about where you'd prefer to put next year's garden and how much work would that really be? (see
1 week ago
Those look like milkweed blooms to me. I have one in my front yard, as long as the neighbor doesn't mow it again.
1 week ago
Why the wacky seed development?
Because they're somewhat mutated; or aliens; or Life is interesting and strange? I mean, yeah. Parasitic bugs and mold and bacteria do wacky things.
Go with whatever is your favorite explanation.

I have talked to botanists about similar situations. Actually, it was a stem and leaf mutation in a single branch in one of many planted popular shrubs in my mother's subdivision.  The residents were either thinking it was amazing and cool or actually sprinkling it with holy water and praying over it.
Texas. We have Science, and we have Religion and when the two meet, it gets weird.

I was told "We don't know why, we just know that it happens." Which, thinking about it, is kind of the thing for all of the "Natural Sciences".  
We don't know why (x), we just know that (xy).
1 week ago
Pics or it didn't happen! Gotta see the cuteness!
1 week ago
Said gosling isn't sure what species he is, let alone if he has his towel. More of the protagonist in that story, permanently confused and looking for a good cuppa, than any cool frood of a bird.
He's finally starting to "goose" instead of "chicken", but he keeps an eye on Mom (Hattie Dorking of the many adventures), who keeps an eye on him.

As far as I know he's not Spirit folk, either, so saying his name three times doesn't get you a squealing gosling begging for food.  (It was tried by the namer. He was disappointed.)
Sorry about that.

You Know you're a Poultry Permie when : after a nasty autoimmune attack of The Creeping Yuck, your first priority is to make sure all your failsafe backups worked for taking care of the garden/poultry/trees. *Then* you'll think about making sure you make adjustments and get inside before you, metaphorically, die from the heat.

                                                                         Your Postal Person, not trusting in the appearance or absence of a vehicle in your driveway, puts the large boxes of new spiffy expensive things right behind the gate to the "poultry yard" because "Nobody's gonna go up against those crazy birds!" You look at your Darling Adorable and you both shrug because he's right. and at least the boxes are safe.

                                                                         Your main frustration about the increasing appetite of the newly rechristened gosling is that he's insisting on having someone guard his back while he chows down, because chickens are mean, even when you're taller and massier than they are.  Trying to figure out how to babysit a fledgling goose while doing the rest of my outside chores isn't anywhere on my skills list, but I'm putting it there, soon.        

                                                                        The feed store calls before they close on Sunday because they hadn't seen you in on the weekend and wondered if you were okay.
Hope y'all had a great weekend!
1 week ago
Sure! Have at! The world needs more strange names.

That was created by a 11 year old black belt who was thrilled that he *finally* got to name something (It's been a busy year for him - newly adopted little brother and brand new baby sister).
He wasn't thrilled that he didn't get to keep the gosling, but learning he could come and visit any time he gets a ride out here seems to have helped.
He would be even more excited to learn that his name is being shared by another goose.
1 week ago
You know you're a Poultry Permie when :
    Your neurosurgeon starts to take your questions about "Could the infection have been triggered by something from my back coop? As far as I know, I haven't been around any other potential source of anaerobic bacteria," seriously, because your husband nods and says "We'll have to rethink that move on the back section, then.". And that starts off a whole discussion best described as "Poultry Husbandry for Neurosurgeons". (The answer was "No", btw)

    Your martial arts instructor is used to you having to skip class because "These (baby whatevers) just came in and I can't get the brooder set-up to stabilize." And the office staff will be mollified about your absence as long as you bring pictures and video of the new little peepers.

    You get asked if the name of your new gosling can be something of a prize for the kids at the dojo to work for - attendance and other things on a point system, and the kids can win different things, and they want to name your fluffball. So you now have a gosling named "Betelgoose".

     You have other adults at the dojo who ask "Are you still doing chickens?" (which, really? What do you think I'm *doing* with chickens?) which is just an open door for a conversation about CSAs and how you'd be open to raising more birds, but you need the support of someone willing to either front the money for the building of infrastructure, or willing to sign up for a weekly "subscription" for meat and/or eggs. Like "Don't come at me, bro. I just got off the mats and need to get home to do the work that your book says only takes 15 minutes a day." (eye roll)

      When those same people get a bit twitchy because you already have 7 people who are on some sort of egg delivery schedule and payment plan, and until the pullets start laying, you won't have additional eggs to sell.  "But the ones in the store are so expensive!" Well, yeah. I thought you didn't want either a CSA or subscription agreement. These people do - and are already on the list.

       When your Primary Care doctor asks you about what's going on with the flock, before anything else, and has advice about what to do when you get another weird injury.

        When your neurologist throws his hands up and just shakes his head because you aren't giving up raising poultry, having a garden, or karate, but those keep you motivated to keep doing your exercises so he can't complain.

       When your endocrinologist stops talking about how you should be doing more cooking at home because you finally get her to understand that thanks to being able to rethink your pantry, all you eat is homemade.
1 week ago