Bedlam Farm sometimes feels like a sociologist’s paradise; there is always movement, discovery, wonder, and change here. If the animals aren’t doing it, we are. A few months ago, we began watching a Netflix show we both love called “Midnight Diner.” The people who come into the diner – it’s only open from midnight to seven a.m. – eat all delicious food with chopsticks.

Maria has always used chopsticks when we eat out in Chinese or Asian restaurants, but the diner show put the bug in her ear about using them all the time. She says they slow down the eating process and make the food last and taste better.

So I got some online, and she started using them this morning at breakfast. I think this is a keeper. They look good on her, and she uses them skillfully and competently. I’m balking at this change, I’ve never figured out how to use chopsticks, and I’m still stuck on forks and spoons.

I love our lives together, every day is different from every other, and almost all of them are very good. Tomorrow, we head up to Vermont to pick up our wool, now skeins of yarn available for Christmas. We’ll be gone and back in the morning.