It’s Sunday, normally a relaxing day around here. Missus isn’t relaxing, so I have helped her with moving things around and getting things put away. She is trying so hard to get things organized better. She finally went for a nap, and I went and did my chores feeding the animals and recovering the hay from the recent wind, and unfortunately, rain we had. The hay got wet, which is unfortunate. It did not penetrate too deep, so hopefully it will at least be fine for the time I will have it before it is used up on the goats and llamas.
The rain has restored our lovely mud outside, making it miserable and a little unsafe to work out there. I won’t use the sawmill in the mud, for example, till I can get it up on a platform of some sort, and maybe even a roof built over it to keep the platform dry. Last thing I would want to do is slip and fall while pushing the blade through a cut! I have a fair load of logs towards such a project. I need to set me up a cut list and finish it. Then maybe I could get on it.
I am also concerned about the woodshed. I need one of those built, and the sooner the better. It would sure be a bonus to have that built and be able to stack the wood into it to dry up for next winter. To be fair, I have still got a fair amount left from this winter, and that can go in first! Put it all in the south side of the bunk, take out the north side, build a shed there, then transfer the wood in, and clear out the south end and put a second shed there. The problem is that I am only allowed a certain size in our county without a permit, and that size is not big enough for a whole winter’s worth of wood. If I build two at the limit, I should be able to hold enough for more than a winter’s worth. Nothing wrong with too much wood!
This stuff is a change from when I first started this blog, isn’t it? Who would have thought back then that I would have ended up going on like this? Certainly not me. But here we are. Though, there is the threat of getting our bikes out and going for a ride somewhere around here. Probably not too long of one, but the kids are eager to.
On that note, I have got to do something about my photography. I am not feeling inspired. It is mostly what is around me. It could be because of the winter and brown grass all about. It’s been the mildest winter I can remember here, by far. Mud season is pretty much over, apart from the shallow mud outside right now because of the rain. But the deep mud is not affecting us. The place looks bland, and almost colorless in its otherwise drab winter regalia. Not just around the yard, but the whole area we live in.
Well, that’s enough of being boring for now. I would like to stop and have a thought before I write more. Writing this much has me thinking of things I’d be better off doing than writing about.