Busy day here, and that’s an opportunity. I thought it might be fun to present the day’s news in a slightly different format. Today I’m totally “Dear Diarying.” Only you’re the diary. And I’m hoping that it might be vaguely interesting to see what exactly it is I do around here all day.
7am – Unseasonably warm in the Northern Adirondacks – 50s and sunny. All the same, I didn’t feel much like playing with the chickens this morning – maybe I didn’t sleep well. Felt unusually tired. I let the hens out into the run, filled food bowls and changed their water. They seemed happy enough with just that.
8:00am – Went to fill the water tank on the RV (one of my morning chores), but … froze hose. Set the hose out in the sun for a while. Grabbed a cup of coffee at the store in the time being. The Sun did the trick. Must remember to get one more length of heat tape and pipe insulation.
9:00am – Walked up to the post office to get the mail, and noticed a pair of dogs roaming around out back of my friend’s antique shop in the old grange hall. I stuck my head in the door of the workshop to see if he knew anything about ’em, but he wasn’t there. By the time I got back, the dogs were in my yard! They were gone soon enough. Don’t know exactly where they went.
10:15am – Had an awesome cup of coffee and good-natured chat out on the porch of the store with my friend from over Onchi. It’s a morning ritual (as you know), but today was especially nice.
11:00am – I discovered last night that I had placed my Halloween graveyard too far from the road – couldn’t see it tucked back in the trees. So000, I took it all apart and moved them ol’ styro-stones near the road (and even grabbed a few old chunks of rock from the foundation to make a few extra headstones). Got the floodlights hung and bolted in, and we’re all set for a week of Halloweeny goodness. The pic isn’t our yard, but it’s close – gives you the idea. We have the stones, skeletons, fences, and all. It’s not a remarkable display, but respectable. I’ll add the fog machine and some lights in the trees on Halloween night.
11:30pm – My awesome friend (who was also my teardown guy) came by, and we whiled a way an hour or so sitting on the remains of the foundation chatting about this, that, and the other thing. I don’t have a lot of friends in my age range or specific peer group, so I think of this particular pal as my reverse-friend. That is – twelve years younger, rather than twelve years older. He brought me some earthworms for my chickens. Predictably, it took us 30 minutes to get them to even peck at the stupid things. We’ll see how that shapes up.
1:00pm – Quick peanut butter sandwich, and time to move the trailer (pulled by the neighbor’s big red tractor) over to take another load of house-chunks away. I have grown to absolutely loathe this task. The chunks of house are, on average, about 6 feet wide, and 8 feet tall. I guess I don’t even mind the work so much, it’s more that I have been doing it for a month. Today … a reprieve! A neighbor from around the corner was walking by and we had a nice chat. And in the lady-power department, she totally climbed up in the junk pile and helped me flip a huge chunk onto the trailer that I couldn’t lift by myself! Awesome.
3:30pm – Finished raking up the remaining rubble from where the pile was (I’m particular), and I’m exhausted. But today’s assignment is done. Probably one or two more loads, and the site will be clear. Friend that owns the antique shop in the old grange was coming back from a walk with his dog, and we visited for a few minutes. We chatted about the town nay-sayer – who quipped that “those two boys will never get that house down by hand!” (And then we did.) And that I had no business building a rock wall, and couldn’t do it. (And then I did.) Made me laugh.
4:00 Dead tired, and I have a hankering for a brown bottle with Mr. Labatt’s name on it. I was never much of a beer drinker, but oddly, I really do find that at the end of a hard-work day, I feel a little less beat-up after a pint. So, I grabbed a beer and headed across the street to another neighbor’s house for a visit.
5:00pm – Still at the neighbors. Funny story – My friend’s toddling daughter went home last night after being across the street at her grandma’s house. Mom noticed something on the little girl’s shoes, and after she got home called Grandma. “Mom, is there crap on her shoes?!” Grandma replied, “Not from my house there isn’t.” Mom takes the little girl to daycare the next morning, and the leader says, “What is that! Is that crap on her shoes?!” And then she smells the shoes. “That is crap! She has crap on her shoes! I’m gonna have to go scrape that off with a knife.” Mom says, “I’m so sorry! I don’t know where it came from!”
The little girl had been over at my house with her grandma, chasing chickens in the chicken yard … running around in chicken crap!
Which reminds me of a compliment I was paid on Saturday night. A student that I know from the local college mentioned that he hadn’t been around when we were tearing the house down, and wanted to know if we used a backhoe or a bulldozer. “Neither,” I replied, “We used a sawzall, a steel cable, and a jeep.” Impressed, he said that I had officially graduated. I asked him what he meant. He explained, “Tearing down a house with a jeep and a rope? Dude. That is so redneck.”