Yard long beans can grow to over a yard long. Usually they're picked at ~18" as they get tough when they're longer.

Today I'm hoping to get some yard-long beans from my CSA into a salt solution for fermenting,

OK, the directions for fermenting yard-long beans are notably flawed. After the beans are covered by brine I'm supposed to put the remaining brine in a gallon plastic bag and use it to keep the floaty beans submerged. Bah! The beans come up around the bag. It's not like it makes a tight seal with the container or anything. I wrestled with it until the bag unzipped, drenching my shirt and making me jump back. At which time I spilled half the beans. Screw it. Today I'm making pound cake and a mid-afternoon cheap-ass margarita.

Yeah, but now you've literally spilled the beans.

I'm easily amused.

Swam and went to the grocery store and have done nothing else. Kinda ready for a nap, though. C'mon, self, the to do list is still long.

Need to do:

vacuum living rooms - 1 done by me, 1 by mac
mop kitchen
clean my bathroom - floor and toilet done
do a load of laundry - Laundry in
vacuum mac's room - by mac
measure some clothes - measured 3
go through some papers - clear off at least one side table - by me
clean off dresser
wash car
vacuum car - driver side front and back vacuumed (garage very hot and yuck)

Yeah, but now you've literally spilled the beans.

I'm sticking my tongue out at my tablet.

Look at all you getting-things-done people. I'm still in my pajamas and plan to stay that way all day.

Zen, I am still in house clothes, not what I slept in, but certainly not dressed. no shower yet either. Now I have to do work work, because our line of work sucks ass.

I guess it's a good thing that I didn't make it to the little free library yesterday. A couple of people were hit by stray bullets along the street I would have taken to get there, during the time that I was out. Oy.

Colin's son turns 1 soon. Went to a no-kid birthday party. Pizza and beer and fruit salad. Bundles had a great time running around and growling in his diaper and they figure next year they'll involve things for him. I get to make the cake!

Are you going to make a fruitcake and everyone will think it's chocolate?

Kat, would K be able to help me with a female self defense session? I really can't get banged around, but she'd be a great example saving herself. I don't have a date yet--it's a request from a former co worker.

Yep. I'll ask her but i'm sure she'll say yes.

Got the birthday call from my family. Managed to bite my tongue when mum informed me she was putting her eldest son on the line. God, he sounded like shit. Asked me what was new four times. (Oh, yes, btw, she informed me in a previous phonecall that she was going to tell him he was forgiven and the past was the past. No! It's not the past because he's the epitome of history repeating!). But I want to not get on her bad side, so I bore out the excruciating conversation where he pushed and pushed about what I'd done for the weekend/my birthday, and since it wasn't anything exciting, he pulled out the typical judgment he's always had. I told him sorry, he couldn't live vicariously through me. He said he didn't need to, as he'd done enough non-vicarious living of his own, and hey, at least he has the excuse of a lame weekend because he didn't have a license.

He used his loss of license (of job, of wife, of the rest of his life) as a I defense.

Buddy, I do not want your idea of a good time. I do not want parties. I do not want drugs, DUIs, or running around Manchvegas waving around a gun and stealing and fencing bike racks to support my H habit. Please, please, stop fucking judging my life. Better yet...

She said yes, but she wanted to know what being banged around entails.