Yes, I will tell my dear friend Amy how living in a yurt affects my sex life. But first, a few things that are not quite that interesting, modeled after the questions my 7yo niece pummeled me with when I arrived at her house this morning. Yes, we live without power or running water. Here's what that looks like, so far. Light Without Electricity. One time I put my hand on the wall near the door, reaching for a light switch that isn't there. But generally this isn't a big deal. We have a circular hole in the roof [...]
I majored in Microbiology in college. I loved the study of life not quite visible, life that you know is there even though you can't see it, unless you have the aid of technology or deductive reasoning. My sophomore year, I got a much coveted position in a lab, and after one lo-o-o-o-ong summer of pricking petri dishes I left science entirely and switched my major to Theatre Arts. But, as we have discussed before, life comes full circle. I study bugs again, but now I study them in my kitchen. If you don't already make your own yogurt, let [...]
This is my every day bread. It's a get-the-ingredients-from-the-store bread. It's a soft, keeps-well, not-very-much-crust, kid-friendly sandwich bread. Nick and I make it together -- I do the kneading, he does the loaves -- and we've made it at least a hundred times. The eating of it is pretty good, especially right out of the oven with butter. But it's the making of it that really sets me right, especially if I'm a steaming grumpy mess.
Well, I can take one thing off my list of things to worry about. There may be bears on the mountain where we homestead. I may not be able to grow any real food on our North-facing slope. My kids may mutiny and try to hitchhike back to the yellow house, where they get TV and hot baths. But I do not have to worry that we won’t have a place to call our home. It’s in the garage right now. For anyone just joining us, we’re making a yurt. It isn’t a Neiman Marcus yurt. It isn’t any kind [...]
This probably goes without saying, but when we first made the decision to move onto a bit of wild land, our plan had some major holes in it. I wasn't worried, exactly. I'm not a planner anyway. I said, "There are two things I don't want to talk about. Water, and power." And then I proceeded not to talk about those things. You're with me, right? We have a great plan for shelter. We have a reasonable, albeit untested plan for growing and raising food. But power? And water? That’s graduate level homesteading, and I'm a freshman. But, no. It [...]
A couple of people have asked me to tell about my homemade underwear. I would like to do that. Actually I'd love to do that, just as much as my five year old loves to read his book called The Underpants Zoo. But first I have to explain some things about my marriage. In this house...the husband makes the underwear. If I weren't married to him, I wouldn't have any homemade panties, and I also wouldn't be embarking on a grand adventure to become self-sufficient on three acres of wild land. I would be reading books somewhere. I probably would [...]
Some bloggers have a regular feature called, "What I’m Into," or something along those lines, in which they list, well…what they’re into. Usually there are lots of links, and references to television and movies and music. Unfortunately, I can't really do that. My pop culture knowledge is limited to what I can pick up from my ten-year-old nephew. And he’s pretty sheltered. What I’m into these days is building a yurt. This isn’t just a hypothetical yurt. It’s my next home, so you’ll understand that I’m very, very pleased to report that the building process is going well. [...]