…And in which I realize I need more hats.
Saturday it was time to stop neglecting my little garden plot, which I have scarcely watered or glanced at since we got back from Maine.
Fern was ready for everything as long as she got to eat her long coveted, happy dead chocolate sucker.
One of her favorite virgoan pals was also ready for anything with his cup of coffee.
We weeded and chopped and removed (goodbye and thank you, giant lounging wormwood) and mulched and then it was time to Poop the Plot. Fern was in giddy hysterics. This is her first year of truly comprehending that manure spreading is horse poop. Hilarity!
She was a fantastic helper for two hours, without even a hint of whine.
My nettles that I have been nurturing for two years look set to finally take off this winter. Apparently, I should neglect things more.
In the afternoon, we geared up to head to Oakland…only to discover that Jeff’s car window had been smashed. Since there was nothing of value in the car, and they only rifled around, most likely it was a meth head. Meth makes people do really stupid things, like climb through a stranger’s bathroom window and then attempt to rob the residents with non-existant partners in crime. Tyrone!
Maybe it was Tyrone who broke into Jeff’s car, since his man is still on the inside, waiting to go to trial. (I actually feel a bit sorry for our intruder, since he seems to have been dropped by the justice system and is just languishing in limbo.)
Anyway, happy happy!
After vacuuming and taping plastic, I rallied the gang to stick to our original plan. We fueled up on coffee and hit the road for the Kinetic Steam Works Annual Roll-Out.
A collaboration of steam-punk geeks, with mad restoration skillz, Kinetic Steam Works has a warehouse building shop in Oakland where they restore, tinker and nerd out on anything with a steam engine. And when I say geek and nerd, I’m talking about my kind of people here.
I found it challenging to capture the scope of the machines, plus the sun was going down, but I managed a few glimpses. There were several
trains tractors, plus a giant steam boat (in dry dock) and other little ferries with that classic steam boat whistle. Toot toot!
There was also a pumpkin guillotine.
A steam engine powered a player piano and also just some random mechanical bits…you know, because you can.
Fern wasn’t too stoked on unpredictable puffs of steam and loud toot toots.
Then, deciding she wasn’t deeply traumatized enough, we walked to the back of the lot to watch a robot fight.
It was engaged in battle over Pinky the Kids Car with Chainsaw Arm.
It was at this point that she started screaming. She wasn’t the only kid upset over the fate of the much desired tot sized rover. For the rest of the evening she would wimper, “I wonder what happened to the kids car?”. Explanations of creative re-use were not comforting.
That night, she was too terrified to sleep and kept saying that the scawey wobots were going to come in our room. We had a long talk that night (and during the next day) about how robots are not alive, and can only move if an alive person makes them move. No, robots don’t breath and robots don’t have skin. No, Thomas the Train is not alive.
I will also be shielding her from the genre of science fiction until she is 12.
KSW goes to Burning Man (of course). Their friends have a travelling dust bowl-esque house/stage. We were in between shows, unfortunately.
(Missa, you were right, the vest is very “me”. Thank you.)
Yeah, we only stayed for about 45 minutes.
Sunday we picked up Leo and took it outside to Tilden Park.
And what stroke of genius did we have? Let’s take the traumatized three year old to the STEAM trains! Because hearing that whistle blow won’t be triggering AT ALL.
So only Leo and I went on the train.
More wishes for Eeyore.
We found two lovely patches of blue serpentine clay.
I took a nice chunk home with us. One of the conundrums of successful potty training. What to do with all those left over swim diapers?
I don’t know what’s going on in this photo, only that Fern was cackling and singing some song about robots. Also, I need more hats. Hat: from forever ago with feather from Ferdinand the albino peacock, bag: buffalo hide, a gift, cowl of great comfort and warmth: anne, vest: missa, sweater: thrifted, legwarmers and pants: target.
Happy dark moon and almost eclipse, friends. Teeny, I expect you to take pictures for all us northern hemisphere folks. I will be away from this space for the rest of the week so I can finish my bioregional swap package for a certain wonderful gal.