Tuesday, October 21, 2025

Ode to one of my favorite writing tools

The year was 2005. Don and I had moved to Idaho two years before. I decided to join the local chapter of RWA (Romance Writers of America), meetings of which were held in Spokane.

It was there, for the first time, that I saw something that was to become something of an obsession: An AlphaSmart Neo.

It was more intense than an obsession. I coveted this little writing gizmo, but it simply wasn't within our budget to buy one new.

One day a woman in the writer's group wanted to upgrade to the newer version, and she offered to sell me her old unit for an extremely low price. I leaped at the opportunity and never looked back. A few years later, I saw an identical model in a thrift store and snapped it up, so now I have two.

Essentially an AlphaSmart Neo is a portable keyboard capable of storing 200 pages' worth of writing. It runs on AA batteries that seem to last forever (I change mine about every five years). Everything typed into the AlphaSmart is automatically saved, and the text isn't lost when changing the batteries. It has eight different files, so I can work on eight different documents at the same time.

And these things are tough. Older Daughter once dropped mine on concrete and it was fine. I believe these machines (there are several versions) were originally developed to teach schoolkids keyboard skills, so they had to be tough.

Today I needed to take our car in for new (used) tires at a local place. I had about an hour to kill, so I brought my AlphaSmart with me and got my daily half-chapter of my latest book written. When I got home, I ran the cord from the AlphaSmart to my laptop and downloaded it all.

In about a week, I'm taking a fast trip down to see my parents. Guess what I'll be packing in my suitcase so I can do some concentrated writing in the airports?

For times I need to just write and not be distracted by emails or the internet, the AlphaSmart can't be beat. Since it turns on and off instantly, I don't have to worry about powering it up or down. It even has a two-button "on" option so it doesn't accidentally get jostled on when carried in, say, a backpack.

Sadly, the manufacturer went out of business in 2013, doubtless unable to compete with newer whiz-bang electronics. However units can still be found online. Honestly, if Amazon had any more than a single unit in stock, this would be a product review. (You can find units available on eBay.)

So yeah, even though I've had my AlphaSmart for 20 years, my love affair with this remarkable little tool hasn't faded. You might call this blog post an Ode to the AlphaSmart.

Monday, October 20, 2025

Garlic, start to finish

Last fall, I planted what ultimately turned out to be five beds of garlic. Four beds were the variety I'd grown the year before, and the fifth bed was a later addition in which I planted a larger-sized variety. I always plant German porcelain-neck garlic.

By April, the plants looked green and healthy.

I ended up harvesting it in early September, which was honestly a bit late. I should have pulled it up mid-August or so.

This is the size difference between the regular-sized garlic I planted in the four beds, and the larger variety I planted in the fifth bed. (Guess which variety I'll be replanting this year!)

After each bed was harvested, I trimmed off the stems and put the bulbs in a bucket.

After everything was harvested, I had a good amount (in the black tub). Each day, I sat down to trim the garlic, filling a bowl with the trimmed stuff. Working my way through the black tub took about two weeks of trimming in my spare time.

As I worked, I put aside any exceptionally large cloves for planting.

Because I waited so long to harvest the garlic, it came out of its paper shell rather dirty, so I carefully washed and dried it.

Every few pounds, I chopped the garlic up, then put it in a bag and froze it.

Ultimately I ended up with five bags of chopped garlic in the freezer totaling 21.25 pounds. Soon, however, whenever we opened the freezer, we were greeted with the overpowering scent of garlic. I knew it was time to can it up.

I took the bags out of the freezer and let them defrost overnight.

If the garlic smell in the freezer was a bit much, it was nothing next to 21 pounds of defrosted chopped garlic sitting on the kitchen table.

To can minced garlic, especially in this quantity, I started by boiling two large pots of water.

After the water reaches boiling, I turn off the heat and add the chopped garlic. This parboils the garlic.

I let the garlic soak in the hot water for about ten minutes. Then I started filling canning jars. My pressure canner fits 18 regular-mouth canning jars at at time, so I started with that.

The jars are topped off with the cookwater. It's helpful to slide a knife along the inside of the jars to reduce air pockets and bubbles.

Wiping the jar rims.

This is how I store my canning rings.

First batch into the canner.

About 14 lbs. of pressure for 30 minutes.

It took two batches to can up the harvest.

Final tally: 28 pints of minced garlic. That's more than enough to last us a year. Or two. Maybe three.

I washed the jars before storing them in the pantry.

Aha, but I wasn't finished with the garlic. I still needed to get next year's crop planted. Not, more than likely, because we'd run out of canned garlic before next year; but because even with a super-abundant harvest, things must be planted when they must be planted. And garlic must be planted in the fall.

Also, I had ordered a pound of seed garlic in a jumbo size. I'm still trying to "recreate" the huge garlic cloves I grew in our last garden at our old house, and this jumbo-sized garlic was closer to what I was used to. Plus, of course, I had reserved some of the larger cloves from this year's harvest for planting.

Before planting, however, I wanted to amend the beds with compost and sand. This is some of our composted cow manure which Don scooped out of the barnyard and piled below the driveway.

I shoveled some into a wheelbarrow and trundled it up to the garden. And I mean UP to the garden. Everything on our property is sloped, so it's like we're always climbing, y'know?

I decided to plant just two (rather than five) beds with garlic. These two particular beds had potatoes in them before, so I raked them more or less level.

I dumped the first load of compost on one of the beds, and went for another. Darcy was a big help during this process.

I trundled up four loads of compost, two per bed.

Then, from the other side of the property, I scooped up a wheelbarrow full of sand. It. Was. Heavy. So heavy, in fact, that I simply couldn't push it up the incline into the garden.

I had to get a second wheelbarrow and empty a bit of the sand into it, then push that up, then repeat the process a couple more times.

Here's about half the sand, covering one bed.

Using a pitchfork, I turned over the compost/sand and worked it into the soil. Fortunately this was an easier process than I anticipated, so it didn't take long.

The beds were kinda overfilled, but that's okay. They'll settle over the winter.

Then it was time to pull out the seed garlic. Homegrown stuff on the left, new jumbo garlic on the right.

Here's the difference in clove size.

Of the new jumbo garlic, I only had 24 individual cloves, which planted half a bed.

Then I placed the homegrown seed garlic in the rest of the beds.

Planting is easy. Lever a hole with the garden tool, push the bulb down, cover, and voilà.

The last task was to mulch the beds with straw. I pulled up the hay sled with the straw, which normally is tucked under the porch to keep the straw dry.

The garlic beds are now finished. Except for watering and a little light weeding, there is very little I'll need to do to the garlic until next summer.

Darcy's final act was to steal one of my work gloves. He has a "thing" for gloves (but only if they're outside). I had to throw a Frisbee to distract his attention so I could rescue my glove.

Another part of the harvest, done.

Sunday, October 19, 2025

Product Review Monday

Possibly because of my background in biology, I have a keen interest in low-impact living. Lifestyles involving green living, zero-waste, frugality, low carbon footprint ... they all fascinate me. It might seem counterintuitive to admit this while being a constitutional conservative, but there you go. I enjoy the challenge, I guess.

But when I read the book "No Impact Man," I knew I'd met my match. As the title implies, the author (Colin Beavan) is a New York City man who did the unthinkable: He actually tried to practice what he preached.

According to the Amazon blurb: "In No Impact Man, a guilty liberal finally snaps, swears off plastic, goes organic, becomes a bicycle nut, turns off his power, and generally becomes a tree-hugging lunatic who tries to save the polar bears and the rest of the planet from environmental catastrophe while dragging his baby daughter and Prada-wearing, Four Seasons-loving wife along for the ride. And that's just the beginning. In other words, no trash, no toxins in the water, no elevators, no subway, no products in packaging, no air-conditioning, no television..."

Honestly, it's a great read. Truthful, painful, funny, insightful. "No Impact Man" is admirable if for no other reason than it shows just how rough life can be without the conveniences we take for granted.

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Don's book recommendation this week is a volume entitled "Barns, Sheds and Outbuildings." He writes:

I have a lot of building projects ahead of me for the next year (or two, or three).

I plan to build an awning across the back of the barn to provide more shelter for the cows, as well as to cut down on the muck. I will also be building a tractor and implement shed, a guest house, a garden shed, and a milk kitchen.

Whenever I do these kinds of buildings, I consult a number of farm and homestead construction books, mostly for ideas or factors I haven't thought of. "Barns, Sheds and Outbuildings" is one of those references.


I have a hard copy, a reprint of the original volume which was first published in 1881. It's an "ideas" book. It's not as detailed as some, probably because it was written for people who already knew how to build things that won't fall down. It's packed full of 250-plus illustrations from dairy barns to dog houses.

"Barns, Sheds and Outbuildings" is a great reference source, and I highly recommend it.

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Saturday, October 18, 2025

The potato harvest

I finally – finally! – finished harvesting the potatoes. This turned into a far longer process than I anticipated.

I originally planted eight beds of potatoes in April. However I had an additional three beds where so many volunteer potatoes sprang up (doubtless from the little marble-sized potatoes that never got uncovered during last year's harvest) that I might as well have planted 11 beds. I like to rotate potato beds every year, so those three beds of volunteer potatoes grew in the same beds two years in a row.

Ironically, since we haven't had our first frost yet, the potatoes plants have stayed green and healthy. However the weather reports keep teasing us with juuuust above-freezing temperatures at night, so I knew I wouldn't get much more growth from the tubers. Time to dig them up.

It was a big task, so I divvied it into bite-sized pieces by just harvesting one (sometimes two) bed(s) a day. I started on Oct. 9 and finished on Oct. 18.

The reason for the slow harvest was because it was hard going. The soil in the raised beds was clay-ier than I anticipated, and digging was slow. Next spring, I'll work more compost and sand into each bed before planting.

Still, the harvest was abundant. This is about two beds' worth of taters.

Sizes ranged from tiny marbles to great big bakers.

A few had new growth in the touching hope that winter wasn't imminent.

One delightful surprise as I was digging was the sheer quantity of worms. There were hundreds. Thousands. Some were enormous, true night-crawler size. Others were little red wigglers.

When the wheelbarrow was fairly full from the first few beds...

...I stopped to sort the potatoes by size into crates.

I divvied them into large, medium, and small sizes. This was not an exact science. I figured the dividing point between "medium" and "small" was whether a potato was large enough to hold easily while peeling. If not, it went into the small crate.

Then it was back to digging. Soon the garden had that autumn torn-apart look to it.


Occasionally one or another cow (or calf, in this case) would pause to watch what I was doing.

At first we thought we would store the harvested potatoes in the crates in a cool room, but it soon became apparent we had far more potatoes than crates. So we ordered about a dozen gunny sacks.

Spoiler alert, gunny sacks are fantastic! As in, where-have-you-been-all-my-life fantastic. We should have bought these years ago.

I rolled the tops down on a few and started sorting again.

Many of the potatoes, it must be said, were very creative-looking. 

When all was said and done, I ended up with seven sacks of potatoes: three filled with large potatoes, three with medium, and one (very heavy) sack with small potatoes.

Darcy was very interested. While I was digging up the garden beds, he was a big help. It seems he really, really likes raw potatoes, and I had to be careful to keep them away or he'd chow down.

Since freezing temps aren't expected for a few more days, I'll leave the potatoes where they are to continue drying.

Meanwhile I brought out a bathroom scale and weighed each bag, then tallied. We harvested 230 lbs. of potatoes.

I foresee a lot of potato dishes this winter.