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Monday, March 3 2025
location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, NY
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The unseasonably cold conditions that had apparently begun on Sunday before we returned from Florida continued today, though most of the treacherous ice had vanished or thinned out. There were a few bad spots still, particularly near the barn at the farm at the end of the Farm Road and in our driveway. All the chunks of ice I'd been breaking away formed a pile in front of the garage that sounded like ceramic dinner plates when disturbed. This afternoon I managed to get the dogs to come with me on the circuit I've been doing and redoing lately, the one that involves the Farm Road and the trails atop the escarpment to its west.
Before Gretchen came home, I cooked up some rice noodles for her to mix with her leftover brussel sprouts, the ones that smelled like farts from Good Intentions in St. Petersburg. I also made a meal with those noodles, mixing them with a combination of a lion's-mane-mushroom-based faux meat, agaric mushrooms, onions, gochujang sauce, and kimchi for a surprisingly good meal. Later I took advantage of what had been another sunny day to take myself a mostly solar-heated bath. But later something (perhaps that year-old kimchi, which had spent some time in the refrigerator at the cabin) was giving me a bad case of the farts as I was trying to go to sleep.
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