Went out into the yard this morning and just sort of wandered back and forth, stunned. If I need to remind you, this is what it looked like before. I am not sure I’m going to be able to handle not having to go out and shovel and rake and pick up rocks for hours on end every day.
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Scotch. Maybe bourbon. Two days in a row of getting up at 4am to go out and survey is two days too many.
Today I learned how to bring out the worst in the voice in my head. Driving to work, in the dark, in a “record rain,” on the interstate, where they’re doing 10 miles of road construction, where there aren’t any lines to speak of. The oncoming traffic didn’t even need to have their brights on.
A car with U.S. Virgin Islands license plates.
That’s an epic road trip.
Large quantities of
rum muscle relaxants. That may look like a rum and coke… but don’t worry, I think I’ve diluted the coke to non-lethal levels.
Yesterday I spent an hour with my foot jammed on the go pedal on the lawnmower (finally got it to run again), resulting in a massive cramp in the leg that woke me up in the middle of the night. So bad it was still sore this morning.
Today I climbed up and down my dam, took an hour or two to do the data entry, came home, and climbed up and down a ladder in 95 degree heat to install light fixtures in the shop at the new house. 11 fixtures in a 20×60 structure–maybe not decadent levels of light, but immeasurably more than the ONE fluorescent light fixture in the old house’s garage. Best part is, they were all free, given to us by our handyman friend, who took them from another job where the people were just going to throw them away.
But 5 hours of ladders after a couple hours of climbing up a steep dam after a horrid leg cramp means I think I would feel better if I got an amputation… hence the rum.
Spent the day down at grandpa’s, cleaning it up one more time before it gets rented out. Weeded the truck farm plot, moved a lot of dirt with shovels, then saw a mysterious hole. In it was the septic tank; one of the railroad ties used as the lid (and then covered with dirt, not a complete redneck operation) had rotted out after 50 years (imagine that). So we spent the next few hours moving a lot of dirt with shovels and the backhoe. Cut some new timbers, stretched a new tarp, and re-covered it all with dirt. So needless to say, had a bit of… grunge, let’s say, going on. Took a shower first, then grilled up some corn (since corn season is starting! Yay!) and mushed up the leftover Kentucky fried rat from lunch and the leftover vindaloo from supper yesterday, and called it a meal. Served with a nice Dos Equis, because I obviously don’t care what you think, it was darn tasty, and now I’m watching the baseball game and contemplating a gin and tonic. If only I could work up the energy to stand up, it might just happen.
As per request, a close up of my tiny emergency/dress pants/loose thread cutting Spyderco. It’s been living mostly full time in my pocket organizer, and doesn’t get that much use, but after two or three years of that it’s still sharp enough to shave the hairs off my arm. A solid little thing, I quite like it.
A guy on a motorcycle with a lacrosse stick on his back. Which of course reminded me of the best music video ever made:
Luckily, no evil robot football players were chasing him, so I don’t think the Future of Bloodball is here yet.
Drove through a cloud of smoke made by a bunch of Mennonites branding calves, and now I want a steak.
My dentist appointment got moved up to tomorrow, which means I don’t have to spend the next two weeks dreading it, but also means I don’t have the next two weeks to mentally prepare for it either. Three fillings need to be re-done, not the end of the world, but oh how I hate the sound of the drill and the feeling of the fingers-on-blackboard scraping in my head.
Something we found at grandpa’s, probably from his dad. According to the internet, they were made from 1880-1910. This one has been shot to hell and halfway back; doesn’t lock up tight at all and, well, notice the homemade hammer–great grandad was a Kansas blacksmith and I’m sure he made it himself.
Camaro in background for scale.