I’ve got 6 big, sprouty sweet potatoes in the pantry, so at some point today I’m planning to get a little cardio by forking up another section of yard, piling in some compost, making a little fence of oak branches, and planting those suckers. Because that’s an entirely reasonable thing to do when you have sprouty tubers.
Pretty girl, might be a strawberry blonde.
Yep, it’s already Monday. I got absolutely nothing done over the weekend because I was on dad duty, and she’s really not at the point where I can rely on her to stay nearby while I do most yard work, nearly all of which is dangerous or excessively dirty anyhow. It was also much too hot to do much outside, and she wasn’t napping well for me. I think I watched 27 episodes of Dora.
Blonde in monochrome.
Days are about 15 hours long now, so I can’t say I’ve wanted or needed to spend much time indoors lately. I think about all those folk who live in cities and can’t just spend hours and hours out in the yard or the woods every day and think : heh, chumps. I found wild strawberries growing in my landscaping the other day. Entirely wild, planted by God. It was delightful. Those poor bastards living in terrorism targets cities will never know such simple joys.
Crooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooosssssssssfiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Legs are killing me right now. I had no time to prepare for that event, and I’m paying for it with pain and soreness from my traps (SYWM) to my calves. I gotta go outside in a minute to feed animals and set the plant starts out, and it’s going to hurt far more than it ought to, plus I’ve still got the old mound to add to, and I’d wanted to build another nearby. That’s going to be tough to get done this week unless I’m basically fully recovered tomorrow. I’m a victim of peer pressure, I tell ya.
Her clothes aren’t even trying.
On the John Deere D100 model tractor, there are two belts that transmit power from the engine to the (1) wheels and (2) blades. These belts and their pulley systems are more or less open to the elements, though there are a few guides in place to help keep them on the pulleys. If the blade belt jumps off, it’s pretty easy to re-thread it. If the wheel belt jumps off any pulley, God help you. I had to dismount the engine and tilt it, because the pulley guides that are supposed to keep it on the belt wouldn’t let me put it back on the belt. Those guides are a rigid part of the engine mount itself. You can also unscrew the bolt that attached the pulley assembly to the drive shaft… if you have an impact wrench. I didn’t have an impact wrench, and I had a half acre to mow still.
There was a lot of swearing.
“Deep enough? “No, lower”.
So I had 3 days of travel followed by 4 days of solo-dad and pretty much everything I needed to do got put on hold for about a week there. Didn’t even manage to squeeze in a short workout all week, just some walking. This week I’m going have to try and wedge in a lot of outside chores in lunch hours as best I can. Lots to do, so let’s get going.
I will do a lot of dips today. Likely without weight.
Well, it’s the first of May, which of course means that we’re back to cold, rainy weather here on the farm in which I can accomplish precious little outdoors. Anyhow, here’s some pictures.
Arm veins.
It’s late. Baby was up late, and I have zero effs to give this morning. Hopefully completing this gets me some effs so I can get all the way to effort.
Abs.
I really meant to take a picture of the new chicks out in the barn and have “naked chicks, above the fold!” as a scare title, but then we’d be waiting another half hour.
Let’s just pretend I did that and it was hilarious.
Pretty smile. Pretty girl.
I think I’m having mine. Feels more like I’ve been in one my whole life, but my mind is desperate for something worth doing and highly remunerative. I doubt highly that ‘shroom farming is the key to riches, but it looks like an awesome hobby to start, particularly after I’m rich. Rich Dad, Poor Dad really messed with my head, and I’m trying to get my thoughts in order so as to act on them posthaste. Tushar, help!
Socks.
