Not yet. It’s just land. We could buy a camper tomorrow and head over, and while that has a certain appeal, it ain’t happening. We’re looking at house plans now and should start looking for a hay farmer this week. Paperwork for my HELOC extension (i.e. my new land loan) goes in today. If the stress doesn’t kill me, this should be fun.
I wonder if fitness photography is a good lifestyle, or if Andrew is bored to tears of looking at booties.
Going to go look at the acreage on Tuesday. Gotta call fence guy today and schedule that install, which will set us back a bit on the cash on hand. I’m in a weird place with whether I want to leave or not. All the talk over the fence actually has relations pretty amiable with the neighbors, and we’re yet to find a place where the land and house are an actual step up for us. About the only way it seems we can make that happen is to buy land and build, but that makes this a multi-year process, and there may be some lean times in the middle when we’ve got 3 mortgage payments. Adventure, yay!
Tiring exercise.
None of you care, but I need some content so I’m going to write a little. In any given moment, I can easily talk myself into it or out of it. The biggest consideration is work. There aren’t as many backup plans if I move over there, I’m basically all in on my current job or some sort of gig work of the same nature for as long as I can maintain it. Next is community. I have a network here thanks to my parish and former colleagues, people I can ask for help or advice, trade favors with, etc. OTOH, most of my nuclear and extended family is over there. I’m also eager to get away from my neighbors and not share a driveway or pond with another household. Plus, we’re out of room in this house. Me working from home puts us down one bedroom. One more lucky pregnancy and we’d have to move anyhow. I’ll miss a lot about this place if we go.
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There are things to like about crossfit. Okay, one thing.
Well, for those of us who actually work, it’ll likely be a painful crunch as we try to get things accomplished while 60% of the staff is officially out and 20% are just keeping their desks/cubicles/booths filled until they feel like they can duck out.
I had a weird dream.
No, it didn’t look anything like that, it was about moving/replacing part of my fence that the idiotic former owners put across the property line. Neighbor says he’s building a garage and the two things might end up too close together. Time to build a privacy fence on that side or just sell the place.
Thick and monochrome.
I’m taking a week off to get my head clear and get a bunch of things done around the house. So far I’ve trimmed a bunch of trees in one area, replaced a toilet, flamed some weeds, picked some weeds, and mowed. Today I’m going to weed the garden thoroughly, stake and trellis the tomatoes, straw mulch the potatoes, and build another raised bed for turnips. I might also make some time for a real workout.
Calf veins.
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.
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”.
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