(Above: Morning of 11/18/2021 – Here we go again!)
11/15/2021: A day beginning in the mid-40s and warming to the mid-70s. Sunny, clear skies throughout.
Dawn of 11/15/2021: After dropping Padre and Madre off at the Gainesville International Airport for their Mexico journey, I dropped some beef off at the Fat Tuscan’s porch. It may very well be utilized in a future class! 
On returning home, I espied a crumpled spider in the day’s waxing light – the creature had met its end beneath Madre’s buttocks. 
The new Hugelkultur planted with plenty o’ spinach. 
A morning trial: the servicing of #775, otherwise known as Blue. 
Moments before an unfortunate plunge. What I mean is that I could not complete the task to this creature’s tricky internal anatomy. I gave it a thorough attempt, and I’ll just leave it at that. 
For lunch, I made myself some liver tacos. The spices were excellent, and I discovered that fresh collards made a suitable ‘filler’ to go with the beef. Also interesting, I did not add cinnamon directly to the taco meat but instead to the sour cream. I think I like it in the beef more, but it also tasted excellent – almost like a dessert – on the sour cream. 
Midafternoon of 11/14/2021 in the central beef pasture. 
Dusk at the Jacobhouse. 
Dinner consisted of a delicious omelet filled with sauteed mushrooms, garlic, and leftover chuck roast. The salad consisted of garden-fresh greens including arugula and collards. 
A closer look at the omelet. 
After spending a somewhat lengthy time washing and drying the vegetation, I decided to order a salad spinner. With the spinner, I will be able rinse the greens off in the provided strainer and then utilize the mechanism’s centrifugal force to dry the leaves.
11/15/2021: A day beginning in the low 40s and proceeding to warm into the mid-70s.
Morning of 11/16/2021: Feeding in the shade-barn. 
Whilst I was shoveling out feed scraps from the trough, the Belgian Blue (front) would not move out of the way. So, I began dumping some of the scraps on her back. She seemed to enjoy it, for she did not move at all as I practiced my mischief. 
Central beef pasture at midday. 
Lunch consisted of a quick trip to-and-from Sushi Bistro. There, I procured sushi for my uncle and I, and I believe I spent almost an hour enjoying lunch while listening to a Spanish podcast. 
Dinner: A garden-fresh salad of collards and arugula accompanied by a spiced-liver omelet. 
The smidgen of smoked paprika on top made for a pretty garnish and some excellent additional flavor.
11/16/2021: A day beginning in the low 50s and warming into the low 80s. Mostly sunny throughout.
Morning of 11/16/2021: Blue #273 and her youngling, Prometheus, inhabited the in-between lot. The mother was placed into ‘detention’ for being in heat while her calf was ailing. 
Big Blue received a straw of this, compliments of myself. 
On finishing up the first portion of morning activities, I noted that the sky was particularly clear and blue. 
Jacobhouse. 
For lunch, I ventured off to Lorito’s pizza. It was a delicious and satiating meal, and I read a fair bit of “God Emperor of Dune” as I waited for the food to come out. 
A twilight harvest. The collard & arugula hugelkultur has served me well thus far, and it does not seem to have lost much foliage in the process. 
Egg-taco dinner once again. There is something satiating about eggs on corn tortillas accompanied by garden-fresh greens…. 
A soup I made for the morrow. It contains sausage and potato floating in a rich vegetable & chicken broth. Tomorrow, I will add some shredded kale and collards.
11/17/2021: A day beginning in the low 50s and warming into the low 80s. Mostly sunny throughout.
Morning of 11/18/2021: Here we go again! 
“Spiny oak slug” caterpillar, the juvenile stage of a Euclea delphini Moth. 
A sunny morning to begin a day of similar characteristic. 
A 32 oz. vessel of Zuppa Toscana for my uncle Wag. The remainder is / was intended for me after my trip to Salt Springs. 
Ritsabittle #42… or rather, a visit to Salt Springs during Ritsabittle #42 of which this week is comprised. 
While playing accordion and reading God Emperor of Dune at the springs, I was frequently barraged by little tuft-seeds emanating from this nearby bush. 
The aforementioned Zuppa Toscana, heated and granted plenty of garden-fresh kale and collards. 
This repast was even better than I thought it was going to be. 
Dinner of 11/18 occurred late due to extra-curricular cattle activities (primarily attempting to IV a dying calf). Egg tacos sounded delicious, so that is what I made. This omelet contained garden-fresh peppers, prosciutto, chiltepin, and garlic. 
A salad to accompany the meal. 
Another satisfying and delectable dinner. 
Dessert: A warm, skillet-toasted tortilla topped with a small amount of Devonshire cream and cinnamon. No sugar necessary!
11/18/2021: A cloudy day beginning in the low 60s and warming to the high 70s.
Morning of 11/18/2021: #3397 (Bad Boy) awaiting fodder. 
After morning farm activities with Wag, I ventured over to the Greater Ocala Dog Club to witness Hannah show her Brittany Spaniel pup. I knew there were a lot of varieties of dogs, but I did not fully realize how many there were until seeing so many gathered in one place. The breed displayed in this picture are Salukis, and they looked very fragile. 
I have no idea what this dog is, but it knew how to relax. 
Corgis. Just an interesting fact about the financial portion of this dog show. Day parking was $5.00 per vehicle, and per every animal entered, there is a minimum of $20.00 paid. There were 105 total dogs to be run through the ring where Hannah and I were… and that was only one of eight show rings. 
Wicked Good Grille – a small sandwich shop I stopped at after visiting the dog show. This place has a large variety of sandwiches, pasta, and sides ranging from salads to slaws to fries. It was here that I procured lunch for later. 
A loquate tree growing near the restuarant. 
It is going to have a lot of fruit come springtime. 
An Italian sub dressed with pickled peppers and in-house Italian Vinaigrette. It made for a satiating fare, and the bread was excellent (I think they make their own). The only thing I would change would be to add more lettuce, onion, and dressing. I like my sandwiches with salads on ’em. 
Dusk in the east-central beef pasture. 
Dinner: A delectable repast of pan-seared Wagyner Blue sirloin, baked potatoes, and garden-fresh arugula / collard salad. Sour cream and Devonshire to the side as accompaniments to the potatoes.
11/19/2021: Today began in the high 60s and proceeded to warm into the low 80s. Cloudy in the beginning, partly sunny in the afternoon.
Grey dawn of 11/19/2021. 
I found this air plant attached to the trunk of a hackberry tree. It had clusters of small golden eggs attached to its ‘leaves’. 
A temporary respite from gray. 
On venturing out to the beef pasture with Wag, we found a couple new arrivals. One was this lively brown Gaur-spawn out of #686. 
Una hoja grande de la berza. 
… y pimientos del jardín de Jacobhouse. I should note that this week I learned that pimiento is pepper as in bell pepper or these cachuca peppers. Pimienta, on the other hand, is the spice that one often sees on tables. 
A still-life of peppers on a collard leaf. 
Fajitas made from some Angus beef and the aforementioned greenery. 
#273. She escaped Elray’s lot twice, so now she is back in the main beef herd. 
Experiment of 11/19/2021: Sourdough noodles. The dough was so pale that a slight increase in contrast rendered it paper-white. 
I decided to make bowtie noodles. It was a somewhat tedious task, but the practice was well-worth it. 
Beef & sour-dough farfalle accompanied by a large salad dressed in homemade Italian vinaigrette. I enjoyed the meal, but the noodles’ texture need improvement. Due to their being slightly mushy, I think some egg and/or semolina flour is in order.
11/20/2021: Today began in the high 50s and proceeded to warm into the high 70s. Mostly cloudy throughout.
Morning of 11/20/21 Feeding the beef herd. 
Lunch today consisted of a fresh repast of fish, rice, and seaweed fabricated into sightly rolls. 
Waiting for water to warm up in the microwave (dusk of 11/20/2021). 
It was Padre’s first full day back, and one of the last tasks for the day was to IV a wobbly Wagyu calf. Such is the way of farming. It has no regard for human notions of significance. 
Dinner of 11/20/2021: A tremendous repast of Wagyner Blue chuck roast accompanied by a large Padre-made salad. A bottle of Robert Hall Merlot was enjoyed alongside this meal.
Final Note: Excerpt from a draft of the ongoing project;
“What is your name, traveler?”
“Lef. And yours?” the Youngest asked.
“That is not your name,” the girl stated placidly.
Grimorzak, who knew he should not allow himself to be frustrated by what these short-lived Biologs spoke – a race that could be destroyed or at the least Reset by mere sight of his true self – felt such a pang becoming known. He did not understand the sentiment. Well, not entirely. He simply knew that part of it had to do with the way that this girl spoke with bald-faced surety, seeing through his fallacies as if his efforts at Biolog disguise were completely transparent. He managed to rein in that aggravation, though, and repeat his own question, ignoring the young Biolog’s statement;
“And yours?”
The girl’s mouth twitched with a small smile, apparently knowing she had hit a mark; “I have no name. The Priestess Milana took it when she took me into her service.”
“What do I call you, then?” Grimorzak proceeded to ask.
“Whatever you wish,” the girl stated, “You are the Greatfather, after all.”
To this, the Youngest was taken aback, and answered slowly “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”
The girl frowned, “You have not slept or utilized the slop bucket for three – almost four – days and you still expect to be taken for a man? Even Klod, heathen that he is, is beginning to suspect something supernatural about you. And then there’s this.”
The girl lowered the lantern toward Grimorzak and its slightly pink hue shifted to first a light violet and then to a deep azure hue.
“I found it—”
“No, you did not,” the girl interrupted, cocking her head to the side; “You’re a very poor liar, you know.”
The Youngest did not know what to say to this, to which the girl continued, “I suppose that is the only way it could be. Why would our Lord ever need to lie or deceive when he could make us think or do anything he wishes us to?”
“I don’t want to disappoint you, lass,” Grimorzak answered in a hoarse tone, “But I’m not your Lord nor a lord at all. Just a man on his way to visit the stone in the north. The Mendhir as you so call it.”
The girl’s eyes narrowed, and then that small smile crept across her face once more; “I see; you insist on being one of us. For some reason or another, your present task requires secrecy.”
“My present task requires that lantern,” the Youngest uttered. He pulled at the ropes about his wrists. Even though they were sturdily tied, he knew he could easily snap them. But that would be out of character wouldn’t it… Humans rarely bore such strength, and when they did, they did not look like the pathetic figure he currently struck.
“There. That is a truth,” the girl paused, “Or at least you believe it to be.”
Grimorzak turned his eyes up to the girl, he squinted at her, asking, “And how are you so sure of what is truth and what is lie? If I’m Greatfather Leyosen, how do I know you aren’t some goddess of virtue?”
“Because you are the Greatfather, and you made all. Including me.”
“Or so you believe,” the Youngest uttered.
“Of course I believe. You made me to believe.”
“You don’t know that.”
“High Priestess Milana says that ‘Belief and Knowing are two sides of the same township separated by a river of Ignorance and connected by a bridge of Truth.’“
Grimorzak mulled that over for a moment. For more than a moment. It actually took some time for his Original Mind to apply the metaphor in a meaningful way – a testament to the wisdom of Biolog Milana and to his own lack of practice in the region of the Philosophical.
All of our thoughts are based either in belief or in knowing. They are our focus because we cannot know or believe anything outside of our thoughts. We just know that there is something outside. That would be the river Ignorance. Truth is our way of reconciling both sides of the township.
“Your priestess is wise,” Grimorzak finally grumbled.
“You are surprised?”
“Well… yes.”
It was the girl’s turn to muse for a few moments, then;
“I suppose that it is possible to be surprised by one’s own creation.”
“For Origin’s sake,” Grimorzak huffed, “I did not create her or you or anyone here.”
“Truth,” the girl frowned, but then the crease smoothened as quickly as it had formed, “Yet… the High Priestess has always said that we each build our own bridges.”
1. Poor spider.
2. Liver. I was in Spain five years ago . Spaghetti with chopped chicken liver sauce . Excellent! I Am fond of both chicken liver and calf liver if cooked correctly.
Much happens in a week if one closes an eye and looks to the right. Enjoyed your post once again, great writing, looking forward to the whole of it.