I’m hoping that the next move is the last one. It’s definitely enough land to live off of, even with the (essentially) worthless horses. The question is how fast I can get to the point of food independence, should I have the wherewithal to do so. Going to be a lot of work getting it into shape for that, so I have to hope my body won’t give out on me before the systems are built up, and that I can make steady progress toward it as the years pass.
America.
Hello tucklovers. This week, we pause from our admiration of large breasted women (trigger!) and instead, shift our gaze to those C players–the gals in the middle of the bell curve. Today’s model is, er, a model who has mastered the, ‘I’m not sure why I’m here pose.’ Please give a warm welcome to Sarah McDaniel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 10/10, would smash.
But before we get to the boobs, please to be enjoying a little music from Car in’s favorite band. I wrote this song whilst deep in the woods hunting for Cyn. I was looking and looking and looking and looking…
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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.
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”.
So funny I bust my felt wiiiiiiddddeee open.
Hola, bienvenido muchachos. I’m out of the office this morning on a personal errand/work of mercy, and may not be contributing all that much to the conversation until later in the day.
We’re doing something a little different today, because I needed a break from the usual women in tight lycra begging for attention on Instagram.
Here’s a young woman in a pretty blue dress.
I think my cough is finally far enough in the rearview mirror that I can plan to work out this week. Feels like it’s been ages, and I’m bound to be sore, but it’s got to be done.
Is this still a triptych?
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