That's a little from our wedding out in Montauk. I'm at the farm for a few days. Decompressing a bit and doing a lot of gardening. Trying to catch up on computer-ing. Our contractor Ivan was here today fixing some plumbing. Have I talked about Ivan before? I don't remember. Ivan has a work ethic that inspires. He says things to me like "Sarah, you can do it." but with an upstate accent and very slowly. I would marry Ivan except he is a great-grandfather, and I'm in a committed relationship. So instead I just look forward to his visits and try to glean as much farming and practical upstate knowledge from him while he's around. He and his son were here and because I can't be idling around in their presence, I pretended to be typing on the computer while making a few unnecessary phone calls to make myself look busy and important.

All I want to do is loaf around and eat keebler's.

Yesterday I got a bee in my hair and it stung my scalp, Eric sustained three stings on his face, but at least we know he's not allergic. Now we've gotten two hives installed. He calls them his "girls." I said, now you have four queens to deal with!

I'm alone here now. It's cloudy and windy outside. Dramatic.

The professor is coming up. I should put a bottle in the fridge. I haven't seen Nicolette in a minute. Kitchen garden is coming on strong, I'll harvest some radishes for supper, garlic scapes to go on a pizza, try to impress her.