Sylvia's Journal

I am sitting here in the presence of a large carboy that is busy with yeast chemistry, making loud blub-blub sounds, for days now. It is the yeast in the proto beer that is doing its work. Axel has been resuming his beer making, after a dormant period of several months. One batch is laagering in the cellar while the new batch is transforming the yeast. He makes very good beer. It would’ve made my father proud.

My right (and writing) hand is now in a cast. Only two of my five fingers are encased. My thumb index finger and middle finger are free. It makes for awkward writing. The cast around my two fingers, which sticks out beyond my index finger, inserts all sorts of letters and spaces that I don’t want. I started researching voice typing. It takes a little bit of practice to make a comma not sound as call Ma. But it’s easier on my hand than typing.

We had a winter storm last Friday, which explains the crowded hallway, the boots, jackets, and gloves, plus a sheet to dry off the dogs, the setting of my fall. We had nearly half a meter of snow, but now most of it is gone, and the temperature went from -0 back to spring weather in a couple of days. I don’t recall seeing such extreme variation in temperatures from one day to another. I told my typing assistant to write ‘climate change!’ Instead, it wrote: Time to change! That’s true too. What shall we change this year in our energy consumption and waste production, aside from changing out some of the climate change deniers this fall in our Congress and Senate?