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maystoneWe lose electricity with alarming frequency. It's always weather related, but still. We were without power for a couple of hours Tuesday night; today a big storm came through and the electricity went out about a half dozen times for only seconds at a time which is really, really annoying. What's most annoying, though, is the fact that every time I figure I should shut my computer down when I see a storm coming, the damn electricity goes out while I'm in the process of bringing it down. Just. Wait! Arghh. We most definitely have to get a generator before the winter storms come rolling through, because according to everyone, we're gonna be spending a lot of time without electricity during that very cold and snowy season.
Lately as we're driving around, we've been noticing how many of the farms in the area have started piling up these huge stacks of firewood. It's making us more than a little nervous. Like maybe they all know something that we don't. Heh. Of course they do! We've got a few logs out by the firepit, and there's a slew of small trees that I've cut down, but they're mostly good for kindling rather than keeping the house warm. We're going to have to order in a cord or two of the big logs fairly soon.
The mustard massacre goes on apace. Nothing was done yesterday because I spent oh, about 20 hours nodding off and generally being zombified thanks to a sleeping pill I tried out the night before. I sometimes have very strong reactions to pharmaceuticals, and this was one of the more memorable ones. I was worse than useless all day, to my shame. I think I made up for it today, though, because I pulled a buttload of weeds before the morning got too hot to stay out there. Depending on the weather tomorrow, we may actually finish pulling the mustard (which sounds incredibly dirty to me all of a sudden), and then phase II will start. What is phase II you ask? It involves going back over everything and pulling up the verdammte milkweed, which is also toxic and also widespread throughout our humble little pasture. And then, because the top half of the pasture is so overgrown that it's difficult to see everything that needs to be pulled up, I'm going to mow it down because 1) the alpacas won't graze on anything that tall and 2) we'll have a better chance of clearing everything toxic that we missed on the first go-round as it regrows. (Regrows? Is that even a word?)
I was planning on going to CT this week to visit with my brother and SIL, but the plans fell apart. The barn was supposed to go up tomorrow, but because of the rain that will be put off until next Monday. Nothing goes as it should, eh.
And apropos of nothing that I've talked about so far, I've realized that I'd have a hard time living in a city now. I mean, I love being out and about and seeing cows and horses and sheep and beef cattle and raptors. Oh! Driving down the road by our house we passed two turkey vultures: one was sitting on a fence post and the other was in the road chowing down on some roadkill. They are big and ugly and utterly magnificent because of it.
I used to be an interesting person. Now it's mustard, milkweed, and turkey vultures. Heh - it sounds like the makings of a very weird sandwich, doesn't it?
Lately as we're driving around, we've been noticing how many of the farms in the area have started piling up these huge stacks of firewood. It's making us more than a little nervous. Like maybe they all know something that we don't. Heh. Of course they do! We've got a few logs out by the firepit, and there's a slew of small trees that I've cut down, but they're mostly good for kindling rather than keeping the house warm. We're going to have to order in a cord or two of the big logs fairly soon.
The mustard massacre goes on apace. Nothing was done yesterday because I spent oh, about 20 hours nodding off and generally being zombified thanks to a sleeping pill I tried out the night before. I sometimes have very strong reactions to pharmaceuticals, and this was one of the more memorable ones. I was worse than useless all day, to my shame. I think I made up for it today, though, because I pulled a buttload of weeds before the morning got too hot to stay out there. Depending on the weather tomorrow, we may actually finish pulling the mustard (which sounds incredibly dirty to me all of a sudden), and then phase II will start. What is phase II you ask? It involves going back over everything and pulling up the verdammte milkweed, which is also toxic and also widespread throughout our humble little pasture. And then, because the top half of the pasture is so overgrown that it's difficult to see everything that needs to be pulled up, I'm going to mow it down because 1) the alpacas won't graze on anything that tall and 2) we'll have a better chance of clearing everything toxic that we missed on the first go-round as it regrows. (Regrows? Is that even a word?)
I was planning on going to CT this week to visit with my brother and SIL, but the plans fell apart. The barn was supposed to go up tomorrow, but because of the rain that will be put off until next Monday. Nothing goes as it should, eh.
And apropos of nothing that I've talked about so far, I've realized that I'd have a hard time living in a city now. I mean, I love being out and about and seeing cows and horses and sheep and beef cattle and raptors. Oh! Driving down the road by our house we passed two turkey vultures: one was sitting on a fence post and the other was in the road chowing down on some roadkill. They are big and ugly and utterly magnificent because of it.
I used to be an interesting person. Now it's mustard, milkweed, and turkey vultures. Heh - it sounds like the makings of a very weird sandwich, doesn't it?
