Intelligence is like underwear. It's important that you have it, but not necessary that you show it off.

When you order coffee in PR the default is con leche (with milk). I'm told that served straight it's pretty strong stuff, but I learned I'm not a fan of cafe con leche.
They sell milk in a box there. Huh? It's about twice the size of a juice box and says, "Refrigerate after opening." How do they do that?
Must have square cows.

They eat rice, often with beans, for almost every meal in PR. I can't figure out why they're not all as big as houses, especially given the serving sizes.
Because she hasn't been grocery shopping since we got home Pam dug through the freezer and found something we could have for supper last night. Yep, rice and beans, with chicken and peppers.

That last load of wood we got (I just accidentally typed weed, an easy mistake in OR) is still too wet to burn well. In an effort to speed the drying process I got a meager fire going this morning and set a piece of wood on top of the stove hoping to dry it a bit for tonight's attempt at a fire. The moderate heat of the stove top drew out some sap from that piece, which then began to put off smoke. Not enough to set off the detectors but enough to make the place smell like a pine forest. Very nice.

I'm trying to keep my former profession on the down low at church. The pastor and a small handful of others know, but the majority don't.
Yesterday, in my new role as the one who schedules workers for set-up and greeting, I made a 2-3 minute announcement about that before passing around the signup calendar. On the way to lunch Pam told me she sat there thinking "dial it back, dial it back."
Apparently I did it with the ease of someone used to talking in public, including with a little lightheartedness mixed in.
Next time I'll fumble for words.

I am SO sleepy. I got up at my normal 3:30, but 12 hours later my body moved to PR time and could not stop yawning.

This afternoon Pam and I went to three different feed stores, two in Eugene and the third halfway between Eugene and Veneta. We came home with six chicks, 2 golden sex link, 2 cookoo marans, and 2 barnevelders. At the third store we reserved 2 buff orpingtons that will arrive Friday morning. They'll be in the brooder in the second bedroom for six to seven weeks, then move out to the coop. They'll be there for a week before being allowed out into the run, and then a week restricted to that before they're allowed to free range. In two or three months we'll get a rooster to keep the girls in line.
So as I type this I'm listening to the cheep cheep of a half dozen 2-day old chicks. Nice.

(The pictures have a red hue because of the heat lamp that keeps the center of the brooder at 95 degrees. I raise the lamp to drop the temp 5 degrees every week until they go out to the coop, by which time they'll be fully feathered out.)