December 7, 2013 at 5:27 PM (Uncategorized)
I said that I would get the doors hung when the snow flys. Well, I have one door built and screwed in place, less the track and trolleys to hang it on. I started laying out the short side door last night. I should have it finished soon but most likely won’t fix it in place like the other door. The trolleys I have. The track and stops are being made by a friend at a local machine shop.
November 10, 2013 at 5:26 PM (Uncategorized)
Made some progress today on finishing up the run for the chicken coop. I’m convinced that I would rather rip a fingernail off than deal with wire. I feel like a pincushion.
November 5, 2013 at 5:13 AM (Uncategorized)
Fall firmly holds second place in my personal preference list of seasons. It’s a time to wind down. Put the garden to bed. Hauling and splitting wood and spending evenings around the fire pit. Fish fry and grilling venison, catching up with friends. Spring gets the nod in my seasons poll simply due to the excitement factor of getting out of the house and in the dirt.
I just started getting my doors for the barn laid out. If I hold to my pattern of procrastination I should be hanging them around the first snow. If I’m tardy the plastic will go back up. I have finally moved all my tools into the shop. Peg board is hung and the tools and workbench have been somewhat organized. The hardest part of getting the doors going has been a lack of mental vision of the finished product. I usually have a pretty easy time with visualizing how I want things to turn out. After building two doors on the east side of the building, and not liking the outcome, I have balked at the big doors.
My supply of dried lumber has reached a near critical point. I can ill afford to make a mistake with my stock so low. I should have had some more lumber cut and drying but I don’t.
We should be having our pumpkin massacre in the next few weeks. One of the most fun days! Poor innocent pumpkins meet their maker with bow and shotgun, and a fish fry of fresh gigged suckers.
October 11, 2013 at 5:25 AM (Uncategorized)
Katy is reaching her self set goals at just the right time of year. Heading into district meet with a positive attitude and a growing feeling of accomplishment. As a dad, I love to watch her glow!
September 3, 2013 at 4:33 AM (Uncategorized)
My niece was married this weekend in one of the most fun weddings I’ve been to in a long time. She has been one of the Team Fredbird girls for the St. Louis Cardinals the past five years. Her team mates and Fred were in attendance.
Katy served as a junior bridesmaid. I think she really had a good time with the whole mess.
August 10, 2013 at 7:58 PM (Uncategorized)
“We’ve had enough” I said under my breath. In fear that the mere utterance of the words would bring about a turning of the tap and anger of the creator. Ungrateful I’m not, but there comes a time when the sun needs to come out and replace the deficit of daylight. Our tomatoes are not ripening from lack of sun and heat. The nights are fall like. Not the typical early August fare we’re accustomed to. There has been no evenings dripping with the heat and humidity that I loathe to sit in but need for my favorite fruit to ripen. I’m already getting the urge to get my wood split. What the hell is wrong with this weather we are experiencing?
August 4, 2013 at 5:43 AM (Uncategorized)
We have a house guest for the next month. Michi, a thirteen year old LABO exchange student from Japan.
She has shown great patience in learning english and sharing her culture with us. I’m amazed at how little we truly know of Japanese culture.
I can only imagine her level of frustration in not being to effortlessly communicate with those around her. So far she hasn’t shown any signs of being overly irritated with being immersed into a foreign language. When I was in high school we had an exchange student from Mexico that spent the year with us. When he arrived he had no previous teachings in english. Almost three weeks into his stay he walked in the kitchen one morning and said, ”Morning mom and dad, what’s to eat?” We all turned and looked at him wide eyed and smiling in disbelief at his progress. He was able and willing to think in english after that short time period. Immersion works, but can be frustrating for both parties.
August 2, 2013 at 6:02 AM (Uncategorized)
The end of July offered me the opportunity to finish off a hand full of items from my wish list on the barn. One of the edits was the scuttle hole. The original opening was too small for me to pass through without removing a layer of hide from my back. I doubled the size and recessed the covers so they are flush with the loft floor. As I’m writing this I’m thinking that I might have to hide the hinges instead of having them flush mounted with the floor.
The ladder used up the stack of rafter ends that were stashed away. It just breaks my heart to throw out, or burn, any of the materials from construction. I’ve always viewed dumpsters on construction sites as a candy store. There is so much waste in new construction in the effort to complete a job in the shortest amount of time.
I decided that in using the wider scrap for the ladder that I needed to give the run a bit of an angle. A bit like a ships ladder. The depth of the rung made handholds a little uncomfortable the closer to the wall I set it. Bringing the bottom out flush with the door opening made the handholds slightly better without getting into a potential equipment/ladder collision zone. The space behind the ladder is perfect for stashing metal t-posts, rebar, ect.
I threw together a fishing pole rack to get all our gear out of a corner of the garage. The rods tips are held back by a strip of plastic cut from a five gallon pickle bucket. Not to mention that walking by my poles everyday has had an influence on what I really should be doing.
July 23, 2013 at 6:52 AM (Uncategorized)
Every morning I’m blessed with a half of a bucket of blackberries, stained fingers and an ipod with Levon Helm singing his poetry. It is a wonderful reminder of what a great life we get to enjoy.
July 18, 2013 at 7:14 AM (Uncategorized)
The corn is high. The berries are ripe. The peaches are damn near falling off the trees. The greenbeans are getting canned or frozen by the five gallon bucket full. A good garden year so far. Haven’t had to water anything and the usual suspects from the world of pests have been minimal.
I am paying the price for my laziness of not having started my own tomatoes. I bought two flats from a local nursery this spring. One was Roma’s and one was supposed to be Cherokee Purple. The Roma’s were true, but I soon found clusters of flowers on the suspect Cherokees. I knew that I had some strangers in the ground but was hoping that they might be Risentrauabe. I was SO wrong! Little yellow pear tomatoes appeared. I hate those little yellow things. So out of a flat of 30 plants I ended up with three Cherokee Purple plants and a butt load of yellow pears.
I did contact the nursery to let them know of the problem and they want to make it right for me. I really like these people and they have shown me why I should trust those gut feelings I get about folk. Refreshing to see people own up to mistakes , try to figure out how it happened and making a sincere effort to appease a customer.
Theresa has been making kraut and experimenting with kimchi. She made some ass burning batches last week. The house still has the heavy odor of kraut hanging on. I love the looks on visitors faces when they hit the door.
We have a few meat birds and some of our remaining cockerels to butcher in the coming days. As we get the new coop finished in the barn I will clean up and move what remains of our hens. We haven’t added any new birds to our layers in quite some time. It will be nice to add some new life to the old flock.
I’m mostly looking forward to the retirement of the old coop. I will move it to a corner of the garden where it will take on new life as a tool shed. After the move I will be able to remove the deer netting that covered the run and train the grape vines to a new trellis. As it is the cutting of grapes was near impossible because the vine has become one with the netting. Our garden area will become a bit larger and much more serviceable because the coop was just in the wrong spot.