Fortune Favors The Bold

No, I don't really have anything to write about that particular subject right now, but it was going through my head earlier, and I tend to think wise words bear repitition. If it speaks to you, good. If not, then keep reading. No, the rest of the post isn't going to be any deeper, but you're here now so you may as well keep reading.

We bottled the beer today. 47 bottles. Actually 45 good bottles and 2 mostly sorta filled bottled of what was left at the bottom of the catch pan and fermenter. Still, for the price of ingrediants, it works out to like 39.7 cents per beer. Amortize the cost of equipment over three batches or so and it is still cheaper than more commercial beer. Of course the proof is in the tasting, which will have to wait a week or so. The bottling process itself was midly comic, with my roomate and I and dozens of bottles scattered around the kitchen trying to siphon the beer out of the fermenter without spraying it all over the floor/fridge/counter/compost bucket, etc. I'll tell you what though, all those months of saving beer bottle caps really paid off when we went to cap those bottles.

The rabbits, contrary to popular belief, are not breeding like rabbits. I will try again tommorrow. So far in two previous attempts, the older doe tried to mount the buck when he wouldn't do his job, and the younger doe wouldn't allow the buck, even when he did try. But each succesive attempt has shown the promise of improvment. And if you were wondering, no this is not going to be used as a metaphor for life, as the garden was. Sorry to disapoint you.