Teaching an Eight Year old “Theory”

Today I have been working with our youngest on understanding a pretty important concept, the differenc ebetween a scientific theory, and the use of the word by a casual observer.  It was not easy, but we used how driving theory is developed through testing and measuring and establishing safe driving protocols through that, in order to codify them into law. 

The hard part is to get a kid to understand the difference between say, The Theory of Evolution, based on scientific findings such as in archeology, astronomy,  Paleontology, biology, DNA testing, and many other fields, versus two dudes sitting around a campfire one night getting stoned and one of them saying he thinks the universe was created by grasshoppers so people could farm and make crops, but because people are so far advanced, the grasshopper made weed to keep the humans from completely surpassing their creators, the grasshoppers.  The kid loves her science, but needs a sound understanding of things like the differences between theories and guesses, and how people confuse the words describing them. 


It’s break time now, and the kids are playing about or socializing with friends.  It seems a good day to take the part about observations out to the field and make observations in the pasture prior to the the lowering of the canal into pipes and burying it, thus reducing the leeching that happens in our field, watering it from below.  Hard part will include what things to measure and record in order to cmpare to new observations in the future, after the canal is underground. 


First observation worth a note right now is the weather. 

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Listening To Walt

I am listening to Walt Whitman at the moment. I think he seems to lack a certain something, and I am trying to figure it out. His poetry is vain and seems a bit hippie, something to do with his method of observation and puttin ghimsel fin the middle of everything. Then, I think I am guilty of the same as I write in this blog/journal. I guess I should shrug my shoulders and just keep getting his point of view as given from so long ago, and enjoy it.

I have not written a poem in a long, long time. I think that is because the rythem of life is my poem right now, as I give the best not in verse, but in the work of my hands and the time I spend with the girls, especially Khallie, as I teach her the things she needs to get through life, and to love to learn for all her life.

There is also the efforts to keep this little farm, and make sure the animals get through, and the provisions are made for them.

Also is the rythem of the seaons, summer planting, winter staying warm, spring blossoms and autumn leaves falling to the earth. There is poetry in living the things, and in the little breakfasts I make for Missus, and a kiss from time to time.

I am no poet. But I live a poem.

It’s not as weird as Walt.

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Getting Up There

This week we got our new washer and dryer delivered, and wow! You know, in the many years Missus and I have been married, this is the best we have ever done for our laundry. We bought a new washer in the UK once, and that was about it. It was a front loader, so, efficient, and fair at washing. But other than that, we have been in old machines and such. Some have been okay, some have been bad, but nothing we have had has been great.

So last week we decided that rather than go to Home Depot to buy just the dryer, which was not working, we would go ahead and switch from propane to the electric which was already wired and left unused. We also decided to get a matching washer and clear out our thiry year or more old washer that was left here by my grandmother. So we went to see what was up in th furniture store in Preston, our local town.

We looked over a couple of sets which were in the $400 a machine range, and were just about to it, when Missus asked me which I would rather do. I pointed to the Speed Queen set, which I knew were the type used in the laundromats and which the lady advised honestly were the type you bought for a twenty-five year purchase rather than an eight to ten year one, and I said, “honestly I would rather just get this set and be done for a while rather than back here again in a decade or so.

The machines came on the delivery truck yesterday. The guys hooked up the washer and I loaded it with my laundry and got it going while the dryer connections were finalized.

Oh my Hell!

It’s been years since I had a load of laundry come out so clean! I forgot it could! If you are accustomed to it, you would probably not know what I am talking about. But we have been on a tight budget since before we both said “I do! I think!” and “well, maybe…” But as time goes on, it is normal to accept a status quo, and we did.

Apparently in order to have these machines, it is necessary to join some kind of cult. The Speed Queen Cult are die hard fans of the procduct, and it has something to do with the quality, the fact the machines are built like tanks, they are user servicable, and they are made in America. Well, if they can do in twenty-five years what they did to my laundry yesterday, I will be a card carrying member, myself.

The price was twice as high as the other machines. I expect that you do get what you pay for. The programs for washing are exactly what Missus wanted, which is basic, and nothing much more. Apparently, that is how Speed Queen rolls. The clothes get cleaned, not confused.

It’s a little thing. It’s a thing that can easily be taken for granted. But there comes a point, and then it gets fixed, and a person is like to look at the result and say flatly, “oh.” That was me yesterday. Oh. It is possible to get really clean clothes from a basic set of machines!

Our list of things that need doing has been so long. This is one more thing off it. It is always one off, one on, or two off, one on, or one off, two on. It gets tiresome feeling like it is impossible to get ahead, and really feel like we are doing well for our family. There is so much to do in this house! It is more than an hundred years old! There are always things that need attention. Yet, it seems like when the list is complete, this place should hold up for another century. We are just a part of that legacy. There are some things that need doing, which if left undone, will undo the whole house, and leave it an abandoned hulk, wasting away like so many of the hold houses do around here. That would be such a bummer! This place is historic and fascinating in its own ways.

Since I was heading to the salvage yard with the old washer and dryer, I cleaned up some of the metal from behind the future workshop. (That is code for ‘the really old workshop that has served as a house for junk for years.’) I got some of it up there, but still have a few pieces to clean up. When done, I will be able to make much better use of that back end of the barn and put the horse trailer there, then the utility in front of it. Then I can clean up some parts of the yard that I lament for their ugliness now. I have the horse trailer at the back of the granary, and want that to be clear and the grass cut there, so it is a better piece of our driveway for now, and eventually I can work out where to put more useful stuff than an old horse trailer we hardly use for anything. I also love that back part of the barn when it is cleared up, as it looks lovely back there facing the neighbor’s farm and dairy cattle. We have lots of room there, which wants something a lot more useful or fun than old piles of crap that predate our living here.

Stupid little things. We got a truck this summer. What a difference that has made on so many levels! The largest one has been the firewood. We also have the reliability of having two vehincles, now. There is the ability to clean up some of the mess that has been here since my grandparents lived here, which we were unable to deal with while using only a little sport utility. It’s just another thing I think could be taken for granted when one is used to it, so I mention it so I can remind myself in the future what a pain in the butt it was back when we had no truck!

There are still goals. For the farm I want a tractor and irrigation. I would like to raise some beef cows, including our annual slaughter. I want to get the other animals into profit, from llama fiber to chickens raised for eggs and meat, and not pets. Our pig would be better if bread, and the pot belly pigs are just pets. All the pigs need, ah-hem, streamlining. I don’t want to rais chickens jut to have chickens on the farm anymore. They serve little use pooping all over the steps and such, and eating the young plants we are trying to grow, or scratching at them, or dustbathing on them. The egg coop is fine for a dozen birds or even more if we have the facility to sell the excess eggs. A meat flock of cornish rock is fine as long as we raise enough for ourselves and the kids, and no more, unless we have the facility to sell them, and can do so safely.

I half expect the canal to be put underground in the next year or two, tops. I have little insight into this, but I speculate it is so because they worry about losses from leaching and evaporation. This local canal company shuts down too early and starts up too late, while the one in Utah can be seen pumping water for easily a month longer each year. I don’t know what it is, but for some reason, the people in charge seem to think there is no water in the river. Still, if we had irrigation, we could do a lot with what they offer. We could at least keep our pasture up and the animals on cheap feed for longer. Or we could put the whole field to hay and raise enough for summer and winter feed. We have access to other water for now, and will have to make do with that. It is one mroe reason for a tractor, especially if I can get a PTO pump. Then I could pump the water we have access to.

I also wish I could get the tractor before winter this year for snow removal. It will improve our ability to work and do so safely and easily in the yard. I am also worried that two of our llamas are past their sell by date, and will fall over in the snow and need removal. Damn animals that freeze to the ground are no good! I don’t want them left hanging about because they are too heavy to lift! Nevermind the billion other chores that can be done with the tractor, not the least is just about everything.

Well, today is October 20th. It is nearly Halloween, and again, I have done nothing of what I want to for it. It is my favorite holiday, and I never get anything done for it. I always want to set up a haunted house, or come up with a super cool costume, or something like that. This year, I just want a few games and some straw bales to play among for the family, then I can dump the staw onto the gardens in time for snowfall. We could carve pumpkins on them, put the apple bobbing tub on them, hide behind them, set them up for a scarecrow or whatever on them, set the candy dish and games on them. It makes sense as a very useful item to have, and I never seem to get them before the holiday. Best go a looking!

The kids are all planning to be over for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Can’t argue with that! We are nearly done with our Christmas shopping, so there is the traditions and food to sort out. All the decorations are in the preliminary organization stage, which is to say they have all been moved en mass into new storage boxes, and will be put up from there, then put back in better after the holiday. But for now, we know where all of them are, at any rate. That is a step above the past. And with the new boxes, everything should be in great shape. We’ll see.

I have finally started with at least listening to some of the classics that I meant to when I got old. I guess I am old now. I put on Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass last night and have been listening to that. I have a great set of headphones now, and a tablet dedicated to literary use such as this, and for writing, though all the parts for that are not yet arrived. I am waiting for a Bluetooth keyboard and a wall mount that will allow me to write from in bed with ease. Don’t judge! It is where I close my days. I also have a good stand for the tablet to sit above the keyboard for use at any table arounf the house. I also have my primary tablet, which can access the same programs and cloudservers.

Two weeks till Election Day. I am hoping for a landslide against Trump, just as I was in 2016. That one did not work out so well, so I am not holding my breath, as such, this time. Still, I can dream, can’t I? I am always amazed at how many people try to show real respect for their Trump supporting friends and family. At least they say they do, though I suspect there is a reason they try to emphasize this fact so much! Compensating for something? Trump is so obviously corrupt and so dicatotial that it is damn near impossible to see how some people either don’t see it, or they do, and they see it as a good thing! The man operates on Chaos theory, and without any understaning at all of science, political science, history, humanity, empathy, or just about any virtue that I have been able to identify. I do suffer Trump Fatigue. I don’t know how I could handle four more years of his cultish followers waving their stupid Trump flags, or his face on the evening news. I want to just forget about him. Obama has been quiet since he left office. I doubt Trump will be, at all. But it is a nice dream.

It has been two years, and more than a month now since I socialized on Facebook. I have said ‘hi’ a time or two, but then cut out again. Being on it or thinking about it cut into my time too much, and kept me preoccupied with things other than my own life. Besides, with the politics and such, things were unberable. And now, I think I am reprogrammed to do the worst part of Facebook, which is to be more open than I should be about my own stupid opinion. Let it go. Let it go!

I tried Instagram for a bit. That was hard to get into, because once joined up, I tried to find people to “follow,” but it started limiting me for fear of me plotting an asSPAMination. Well, whatever. When it finally let up on me, I have been able to find a few interesting feeds to follow, and relevant ones, but nothing that is so urgent I need to spend much time with it at all. That makes me someone who will post now and then, but hardly look at another person’s feed, making me a full on spammer!

Well, it is getting bedtime, and I need to go listen to what Walt has got to say.

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Not Much I Can Do About It Now

Lately, there have been a few new things show up at the house.  I sorted out a radio for the truck, and now have both vehicles set so we can talk back and forth.  I put a new back door on the house.  That ought to make it a bit warmer in the pantry.  I have got some firewood gathered up and brought home.  Most of it is split and stacked, though there are a few more rounds.  I am contemplating going out to get more from either the neighbor, or the Logan City Landfill, where there is a lot on offer for free.  That takes longer, but I can often find wood there that is not rotten in the middle 

Today I ordered a pump for our ketchup container, which is one of those big Heinz ones from Sam’s Club.  That ought to help when filling the little squeeze bottle, and as a sperate dispenser in it’s own right.  I have a few of them coming, really, so maybe we can get mustard, too. 

I have also ordered a new tablet to replace the one I am writing on now.  I want to have one to keep using around and about.  But I want on dedicated to writing and publishing and such.  That is where the second one will come in.  I got it on sale yesterday, but today a SD card came up on sale, so that is on order now too.  Next thing to come up may be the keyboard, and also I would like to find a wall mounted arm to allow me to sit in bed and watch Netflix, or type from a bluetooth keyboard, or whatever. 

The highlights are in things right now.  That is not the most important thing.  The most important things are the people I live with.  My daughters are on break from school this week.  My wife is back from her trip out last week, so we keep our fingers crossed that there has been no Covid exposure.  We have a boy going in this week for his Citizenship.  We have one losing his place to live because of his roommate moving out.  Obviously, there is the fall weather settling in and the resurgance of Covid. 

The promise of a vaccine before Election Day is utter crap.  If one were to put stock in that, then I could only say it is a foolish thing to do.  Talk to me when a vaccine has been dispensed, and tested and proven.  Obviosly, in a desperate situation, that all changes.  But till that situation arises, no.  We need hard science, not hard politics to solve this mess.  We are now at 214,061 deaths.  That is a huge mass casualty event.  The incompetance in assigning proper leadership and handling of this situation is unforgiveable.  The lack of reverence for the seriousness, the lack of empathy for those who have lost loved ones is astonishing.  My vote is cast.  I cannot change it.  Happily, I would not change it. 

All we can do is move forward.  Things may go to crap.  But till they do, move on.  That is all we could ever do. 

Today I was moved to spontaneously clean the chimney as a sort of last ditch opportunity prior to the change of seasons.  The weather may hold out for a little while longer, but if it decides to let the temperatures slide, we have the stove ready for burning.  I also made the goats a house.  They needed it.  The two girls are expecting.  I have no idea how many.  We think it could be between two and five total.  It would be good if they have a place to stay out of the weather, so I cut a door in a large IBC tank and laid it up on its side with the door facing south, so they can get sunlight in there.  Let the babies come!  We are expecting them around my youngest daughter’s birthday in first week of November.  It ought to be interesting! 

The one thing always on my mind now is getting a tractor.  I wish I could sort it out now, ready to clear snowfall, and to move animal feed in the winter, as well as any of the larger animals if they die.  Nothing is much worse than moving a large, dead animal by hand when it is frozen into the ground.  There is hay to move, and there is firewood to lift and move around when required.  Come spring, there will be tilling, and dirt to move on the field across the street where we are going to be making some changes to make it a friendlier place for the livestock and hopefully eventually even for the water fowl.  I have wood on that field that needs moving, but is too heavy to.  I have to move snow from the roadside where the post carrier comes and complains that I have got to clear sisxty feet of access for the mail delivery, and it is right where the snow plows push piles of snow too when they clear the road.  There are the driveways around the farm, and there is being able to drop large loads of hay into the livestock feeder and leave them to it across the street, properly fed.  I have quite a few projects around here that require digging, which would be lovely to do when it comes time to put water hydrants in around the yard, rather than having to had dig the five foot trenches for several hundred feet, and then the 18 inch trenches for electricity.  And we will nevermind the plumbing and basement issues that could be addressed.  I could carry water to where the livestock lives if I had a good loader and used the IBC tank I have set up for it.  Just need to get pallet forks on the tractor for that.  Buckets of water through a foot or more of ice and snow really sucks.  Animal pens need cleaning, and I need to be able to reset some fences.  There is some levelling that iquired out front of the house, and a firewood sales stand set up, with a way to carry wood out to it on the tractor loader.  And this is all just off the top of my head, and for the first four to six months.  Wait till we start building things!  Wait till we start loading and unloading truckloads of stuff with it! 

I am saving to make a down payment.  But with things in the air with Covid right now, is it the best time?  Then, there is looking to earn some money with it, too. So much to do. Then comes next summer…

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Rock Springs, Wyoming

I went to Rock Springs this weekend, to meet up with Missus and drive home together. It was a half way point, or so, for her from her business trip. The girls and I went over, met her, and then we all stayed the night in a hotel, before driving back together this morning. I have put communications radios into both vehicles now, so we were able to talk back and forth. It was nice to be able to talk, and to have fun while doing it. It seems we discovered a secret of OTR truckers, in that they must be using CB’s to help stay awake. Having someone there made it easier to keep alert.

We stopped off a few times for breaks, and to take pictures. We even got to stop off at Little America, an old tradion for me going back to the trips I used to take back and forth a couple of times a year with my grandparents when I was a kid. On the stop there while driving out, I made sure to get the girls some 75 cent ice cream cones.

The aspen leaves across the forrest were yellow this time over, and had fallen off on large swaths of trees, while stands next to them were still in place. Last week there were reds and a little yellow. It is amazing how much it has changed in a week, and it is amazing how much things change with the eleveation. The top of the mountains was well close to their winter state, while the lower elevarions near the valley we more or less just beginning to make the autumn change.

After we got home, I soon fell asleep to make up for the moment at 1AM when I woke up and could not get back to sleep at all. I slept for two hours! To make up for it, I went out after and watered the animals and then split a bunch of firewood. I covered the logsplitter and some of the wood in preperation for tomorrow’s anticipated rains. After the rain tomorrow, we are expecting the temperatures to drop between ten and twenty degrees, putting us more on course for autumnal temperatures.

That’s about what’s been going on lately.

Worth a mention. The hotel we stayed at was realy reassuring because all the while I laid awake, I could smell the bleach reaking from the bedding, and that gave a sense of security against the Coronavirus. Then, when I woke up, I found ants crawling on the floor next to the bed, and in the shower, I found some mess that was not likely from any of us, making me rething the cleanliness of the hotel.

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I Pledge Allegiance to One Flag

I pledge allegiance to the Flag

Of the United States of America,

And to the Republic for which it stands,

One nation, indivisible,

With liberty and justice for all.

Not to a flag that is nothing more than a cheap marketing campaign for a tin pot dictator. I am a Patriot, not a Nationalist. I am tired of living in a divided nation.

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Hard To Believe

This year is coming along pretty nice on the homestead, even with the gardens being pretty much a total bust. There are things to do, but they mark a clear direction, and give us a much narrower list of things to do, that have to be done, than in previous years. We are even looking at ways we may be able to one day take a short trip off the place, and away for a vaction from it all, a change of scenery.

Since Missus decided to go out and pick up a used pickup truck, our ability to get firewood home has leapt through the roof. Our little cr is cute and reliabale, and can get us from here to there just fine, but it is not meant for towing the little trailer we have. When we made the deal to drive the truck off the lot, I asked for one thing, one concession beyond the price reduction that the salesman himself actually gave us without us even asking, and that was a detail on our existing car. Missus had perfpormed her heroic move by finding budget for the truck. But she had been wanting a full clean of tar for ages, and I saw this as the chance to get it done where neither of us had been able to justify the cost based on the loss of the kids just returning and trashing it again. The cleaning crew told the salesman later, “Man, you have got to see these things before you agree to them!” Well, we have two like new looking vehicles right now, and for a change, owning them feels kind of good at the moment.

Our gardens were lost to weeds again this year, and for whatever reason, this year worse than ever. I had plans to mitigate this issue and make it easier to keep them under control, but the tools in place for it busted, and I was having a hell of a time justifying the cost of their repair while other tools were out of service and in need, too. The recoil on the little tiller and on the log splitter both went out at the same time, and I had other expenses that made me hesitant to spend $70 or so to get the both replaced. It was really aggrivating. The logsplitter took priority when I finally felt okay with absorbing the costs, because winter is the proverbial unstoppable force. By that time, the garden was already a loss. It’s been frustrating, and it has provided us some insight to what to plan in the future.

Right now, if you were to ask us, next year will probably involve less gardening full stop. Who knows how we will feel about it by then. I am mad as hell because I think I have pretty much all the tools required for it. The only thing I really want now is a tracror and tiller to make it easier to till the beds over and over in preperation for sowing. I spent hours at the corn plot that cannot be seen now because of the weeds in it. Also very frustrating. I’d probably be in full on depression if not for that massive pile of firewood I have now, thanks to the truck.

I think next year is to be determined on things like, where we are financially, and if we invest in a sort of pavillion and trailer that will need space in the yard. If so, we want to set them up to serve us as a guest house and hideout to hang about in when we are not on vacation, because who wants to spend all that money on something that gets parked and only used once or twice a year? I have ideas on how to set it up to serve as a little space for missus to hang out in while she works on days when the weather is nice and she needs a change of scenery. So, that kind of thing is on our mind. We may never get further than a few miles from the farm with it, but it could give us a chance to get out to the mountains overnight and take a short rest.

Back to the topic of gardens; I see next year being a little less, and hopefully we grow more food. Don’t get me wrong, we have plenty of zucchini! But those plants will be here with the cockroaches after the nuclear winter.

Right now, news in Denver is calling the weather a “freak snow storm.” The jetstream is pouring cold air from the polar region down on us right now, and will do till tomorrow, from the look of it. I have some firewood in the lawnmower trailer out front just in case, but this morning feels fine in the house. I admit, I was kind of looking forward to an excuse to light the woodstove. By the time the sun is up this morning, we will probably have snow on the mountains here in southeast Idaho. Can we expect continued disruption of the jetstream this year?

Today is the first proper day of school for the girls. That is all I have planned for the day. Focus on that. I could use the rest from yesterday’s wood splitting anyhow. But chores like that are not things I “have to do.” I am drawn to them. It’s ahrd work, but I love doing it. It’s not just satisfying, but also fun. Today I need to see the girl’s school work the same way. This whole year, actually.

Time to refill my coffee cup. The day will soon begin in earnest. I can see a light dusting of snow on the mountain over Dayton now. Still summer. At least at my elevation.

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Rancid Fish

Well, this was a gruesome night. I ate two pieces of rancid haddock, but did not realize till I was done eating all of it why it would taste like amonia. I Googled it, and found out that I had just eaten decomposing fish.

I told Missus about it, and she recommended I get it out.

“How”

“Salt water.”

I mixed up a half a short tumbler till it was saturated with salt, then drank it and asked her when it would start working.

“It would have worked for me as soon as it hit the back of my throat.”

Next suggestion was vinegar. I gave that a go, and same result.

I gave up on tonics, tinctures, and concoctions and went out back, sat at the picnic table and thought for a couple of minutes till I made myself lose my cookies.

What the? I could *think* myself into it?

Well, maybe I’ll be alright in the end. After I stop feeling like a bad Cesar’s Salad!

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Amy Walker Siedenburg

My great grandmother used to say she had “the Walker sense of humor.” She said it with quite a lot of pride. It implied a quick wit, and the ability to find the humor in anything. I think it also implied a certain set of catchphrases that a Walker could use in appropriate situations.

She had one herself that came up today when I heard one of my wife’s co-workers on a call say “shit fire.” Great-grandma would be so proud that in that moment she was remembered, nearly thirty years after he death, and that her memory gave a total stranger to her a laugh.

“Shit fire and save matches!”

That was how she said it. Missus said that “shit fire” must be a California thing, because of what I sometimes said, then she said it to him, and he laughed and said, “I’ve never heard that second part.” I’ve never heard it without it, so it was good to hear the first part at all.

I don’t believe a person lives at all beyond their death, in any way. They don’t “live in our hearts,” or live in our memories. But they are there, kept as a little treasure in our minds, and it sure does feel good to have those memories triggered and get a little smile while thinking of someone long ago gone away, and to see their influence passed along in some small way. That it what gives life to them.

I miss you great grandma. You deserve whatever immortality you can get that brings happiness.

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Messing With Electric Today

Today I started to move some of the stuff from the workshop/garage back to the barn/new workshop.  Yes, it is all very confusing, I know.  It has me confused too.  So I just way “whatever.”  While moving things, I got to wondering about the electrical situation in the workshop I am moving into. 

Strictly speaking, the building is more of a large shed, about 100 years old, and somehow still standing.  I am never quite sure how.  It has two rooms in it.  The large room has the big double door on it, and the small room has been divided into a garden tool room, and a place for electric fence supplies, and a chicken coop.  The chicken coop is sealed safe against predators.  You have to go through the tool shed to get into the door of the coop. 

The lighting in the building is dismal.  I have an extension cord run out to it from the back of the house for now, and when I get the electric installed, I will be promptly taking that out and throwing it away.  I can’t even remember how many years it has been out there!  The cord has a power strip plugged into it, and that has a series of short extension cords and such running to lamps and a switch that is wired to the light over the tool shed door.  I am eager to get a couple of lights on the side of the shed where the double door is, so I can light up that part of the yard on the nights I suspect predators out. 

I am eager too, to get hold of lighting that points down and has a broad shade to prevent much light going up into the sky.  I am a fan of the dark sky initiative. 

Today I took out one of the lamps that hung from the tool shed where the power strip is to the main shed, near the animal feed.  I put in a proper sonce set lamp over the door between the two rooms, on the big shed side.  From that I wired for now an outlet and plugged the lamp into it half way across the big room, and tried lighting it, but I guess I am at the end of the line for this electricity to travel, because it seldom light up, and when it was switched on, the lamp over the door began to dim and brighten.  I unplugged it and let it be for now.  It is well gh that I still have light over the animal feed area, and it is now hardened in somewhat properly.  One job out of the way for when the electric line comes in and so does a breaker box. 

My work got broken up suddely with the roll of thunder and a wind that blasted out of the west, throwing the poplar out back from side to side like it wanted to break it. I got away from the wires and went into the house. Seemed a better place to ride out the short storm.

Things calmed down just about as qiuck as they riled up, and were gone within the hour. But I have got to leave that job for now and start worrying about getting the proper electric wire into the workshop, and then I cen get those lights finished up all on a nearbye breaker of their own.

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