Hand at the grindstone.

Oct 26, 2009 18:47

Day 177 Tuesday, November 24th
Can't hear the singin' fer the song
The Apothecary

Oh, this week's bin good t'me. I feel like I've bin grinnin' since that night with Kate and ain't stopped yet. We've only done it once more, but she seems t'enjoy it. I whistle t'myself as I grind the shredded bark in the bowl. Half for powder 'n half fer brewin' t'sell right off. Lord Hughes ain't bin 'round much, but he leaves instructions. And Jenna usually works in the evenin' so I ain't seen her much. It's quiet - which is nice, I suppose, since I can work on my own things when I've got a spare moment.

I saw Johnny just yesterday. He seemed t'be doin' well, though he was blushin' half the time 'n thoughtful the rest. I figure it's Verite, that girl he's bin 'round with, and maybe I ought t'have a talk with her 'bout all that, seein' as I'm workin' at the Apothecary 'n all. I might not like that she's some carny, but if Johnny cares fer her I wouldn't want nothin' goin' wrong with 'em.

The bark's broken up well, 'n I pour the bowl into the grinder 'n start turnin' the handle. It's a big iron thing 'n so it's easier than a little hand grinder. Still, I'm glad I was workin' on the farm 'afore this, elsewise I'd have t'stop every few minutes. I think maybe I'll go by the General store at lunch, 'n maybe pick somethin' up at the baker's on the way. But there's awhile yet 'till then.

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