...soon.

So we are short-timers in Madrid. In March we are going back to Arizona, I can ride my bike to work, and I can grow a garden. This shot is form Alicyn's straw bale house, my garden from 2003 (??). The year before the elk devastated it due to a drought, they were desperate. I had never wanted to kill an ungulate so badly before. I built a slighty better fence out of a bunch of garbage that was laying around. I barely used freshwater, it was about 85% irrigated with greywater. I had so much salad I at it every day, gave it to friends, and still harvested a five galon bucket each week. Ted and I pooled our greens and sold them at the farmer's market. i would turn around and use the money for the stuff I didn't grow, like melons. The best thing about this garden is that when the autumn frosts set in, I went to dig up my first potato plant. I dug up a tiger salamnder who was spooning my spuds. It's rare to see these guys in the arid west, they are really elusive. There is no standing surface water anywhere nearby that house, so I have no idea where it came from.

In other news:
My personal lard index has dropped. I'm around 196 pounds now, very near my "ideal weight" and no longer Chubby McTubahan. I treated myself to some beer this weekend.

Bock Damm it all to hell!