Got Gravel?

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We’ve got gravel, yes we do! We’ve got gravel, how ’bout you?!

Anyone who has ventured up our driveway during the last few years will understand the hugeness of this: “We got gravel.” Four trips by the dump truck, and our driveway is no longer something we have to warn people about. At least we don’t have to warn them in all capital letters. There are still a few rough spots, but most of the canyons are filled in.

Half of the last truck load was dropped in our “parking spot” Monday afternoon. It may come as a surprise to you, but dump trucks don’t really dump all that accurately. They can do okay given enough room, but in the confines of our parking spot, the best the driver could do was get the gravel dumped out in two patches about 6-8 inches deep. It was up to us to get the extra moved from the center out to the sides. Monday is one of my work-at-home days, so at 5:00 I headed out with a shovel and a rake and tried to move stuff around. The light was fading fast, so I brought out our electric lantern and kept shifting it every few minutes. Do I need to say how hard it is to spread and level dark gravel in the dark? There was a lot of squinting and wishing for cat vision. I stopped when Andy got home, and he went out for a bit but gave up.

It rained yesterday and all day today. Now we have WET gravel to move. Whose idea was this anyway?

The worst part is we’ve had to park the truck on the hill since the parking spot is under construction. The parking brake on the truck has never really been 100% since we moved here. I worry a bit that we’ll wake up in the morning, and the truck will have rolled down the hill into the barn or the pond or the sheep.


Poop!

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We’re working on constructing a new garden. It’s the berry bed. My plan is to put all the (I bet you can’t guess!) berries in this one garden, and then we (i.e., Andy) can build a little cage around it with pvc pipes and netting to keep the birds out. I may also put asparagus in there because of its perennial ways.

The garden started a few months ago when we bought some ginormous locust beams from craigslist. They became the border of the garden. And that was where it stopped (except for the four foot tall weeds that kept growing). Finally, when my folks were here a couple weeks back, Andy hacked down the weeds. He and my dad drove the twisty, hilly, backroads (aka everywhere around here) and got two loads of free horse poop. YUMMMMMM!

Of course I can never get enough horse poop or compost or soil or straw or leaves, so when a person nearby advertised MORE (composted!!) horse poop, we couldn’t pass it up. Last night after picking up Anya, we went and got another truck load. To explain our detour (Anya is very big on telling us if we go the wrong way) we mentioned we were going to get horse poo. Anya thought this was really awesome and kept saying, “Poop! Poop! Poop!” What are we going to get? “POOP!” What is the tractor putting in the truck? “POOP!” What is your favorite color? “POOOOOP!”

This afternoon we went out to the berry garden to spread stuff around. “Poop!” Anya brought her kid-sized garden tools down, but mostly she sat in the poo and dug around and picked up big “rocks” to show me. My little poo baby! She had poo under her nails and in her socks and mixed with the snot running down her nose. When we came back to the house, she took off her shoes and clothes and the poo dust fell all over the floor like giant, brown dandruff. It was almost magical.


Scrapbook Retreat

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A friend of mine is a huge crafter type, mostly scrapbook stuff and card stuff and stamping stuff. She invited me to join her and another coworker at a scrap book retreat (coming up this weekend). I decided to go because I’d like to make Anya’s 1 year scrap book before she’s 10, and I’m running out of time. I signed up for this retreat a couple of months ago, and suddenly it’s now only two days away and I’m scrambling to get ready. What is so retreatful about this, I wonder? I’ve been spending all this time preparing…finding photos, making sure I know what month they are from, compiling entries from this blog to write on the pages. I still need to send a bunch of photos to walmart to get printed. This is work!

I’m a little nervous about the retreat. There will be about two dozen folks there, and I can pretty much guarantee that all of them will be craftier than I am. I’m okay with that, but I’m still a little concerned about the looks I’m going to get when I show up with my plastic grocery bag full of scrap book tools from 1993 (the last time I did any scrap book stuff). Have you seen all the STUFF you can buy to make scrap books? Holy canoli. I’m trying to keep it simple (and cheap) by sticking with a few basic stamps, one pack of colored paper, and (yes) my stuff from 15 years ago.

What is a scrap book retreat, you may ask? Most of these folks will show up at the retreat place Thursday and stay until Sunday and sleep there and eat there and bathe (I hope!) there. They will spend hours and days and eons sitting in metal folding chairs, pouring over (probably) meticulously organized photos and doodads and thingamabobs to make a billionity million scrap book pages. It sounds kinda cool, like a giant sleep over, but I won’t be diving in all the way. My friends and I will only be there Friday and Saturday, and I’ll be at the mercy of Andy’s driving services.

Oh, I have to make a snack to share. Does bringing the popcorn popper and kernels count ya think?


Linen Fresh

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I cleaned out the car this weekend. I should have known better. I think all those cheerios and hay bits were forming a protective layer because when they were all gone the car began to stink. Like garbage stink. Like someone left a potato-to-rot-under-the-seat stink. We’ve checked pretty much everything. Under the seats (no potato), under the hood (no cat), in the glove compartment and the spare tire area (no mice). Nothing.

This morning when we went to get into the car, the smell was even worse than yesterday. We rolled down the windows and went on our way because what else was there to do, really. After a few miles we got used to the smell, and it wasn’t so bad anymore.

Then Andy drove over a very freshly-dead skunk.

Anyone know a car wash place that uses tomato juice instead of soap?

To make things even worse, the skunk smell snuck into the car and saturated us with its rottenness all the way into work. Luckily we have some air freshener in the office, and after running through a few bursts of it, I am somewhat linen fresh.


Quick, she’s asleep!

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When Anya hits the hay for her weekend naps, Andy and I trip over each other running out of the house to get projects done.

The weather has been nice lately, and I find myself a bit inspired from our one day of yard work at the inlaw’s. It was so easy there to see what needed to / could be done. When we got back here, I decided to try and focus even closer to the house than the “yard” area I mapped out this spring. There really is just way too much “yard” to try and work on it anywhere near at once. Or to even think about it at once.

With my new plan of attack, I went after the weeds that had sprouted in front of the porch and spread some rocks out so that one little spot looks nice. Just don’t look to the left or right or front or back, okay? Then I went and bought a few bags of mulch and sorta weeded and then mulched the wee tiny flower bed by the front door. Not only does the bed look better now, but it’s easier for me to see the structure of it and to get ideas. Today I moved a plant I just now cannot remember the name of….hardy primrose! Yah, that’s it. So, I moved it and cut it in half and hope it is dormant enough (flowers early spring) to not die. I also planted a sedum I rooted from a bit I pinched off of a plant outside the dentist. It should get big and flowery-bee-y next year! Finally, I planted too ittybitty mums I bought today. I doubt they will come back next year, but they were cheap, and I hope to get a bit of color by the door from them.

While I was working on these sorts of things, Andy hung a porch swing. Yay! I’ve been wanting a porch swing, and he found this one on uberclearance while getting supplies for the inlaw’s rock patch.

We’ve also both continued to work on the kitty room. Andy more than me, but I did some painting today! It needs one more coat of paint tomorrow morning, and then we will start to tile. After that, the room needs two more screens put in and two doors. We should be done by winter! This picture is before painting.

I’ve been working on fixing up an old door Andy got for free when he picked up some wood flooring a while ago. The door will go between the kitty room and the plant room. I was originally planning to wash the door and prep it for painting, but when I realized much of the trim around the windows was rotten, I decided to take it all out. Andy will put a screen in the space instead.

I have to wait for Andy to sand the nooks and crannies. I used the palm sander for the flat spots, but sanding by hand gives me extreme goosebumps and the willies.


You are going to kill their grandmother?

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I don’t think I’ve ever posted a link to another blog that wasn’t a place we’ve bought sheep, but this is one of my favorites, Margaret and Helen. It’s a political blog written by two ladies who totally rock.

“Mr. President, I ask you this: If they don’t even believe you are an American citizen, why the hell do you care if they think you are going to kill their grandmother?”


Long Island isn’t really an island, but it is.

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We spent most of this week in NY with Andy’s family, and we did lots of neat things like visiting the Bronx Zoo and going to the beach. Alas, all the photos from those things are on Andy’s computer. The only photos I have are from our last day there, when we decided instead of going to the Big City we’d do yard work. But I’m not going to show you pictures of us doing yard work because I’d rather show you these other photos.

Here I give you my brother-in-law impersonating Andy. I think he did a pretty good job except he should be a little more stoic.

Anya was a little unsure of Kenny at first, but he’s a great big brother and pretty soon they were having fun.

Our last night in NY, we celebrated Andy’s birthday with Thai food and a yummy chocolate cake from a local bakery. MMmmm… I miss the bakery what with its cinnamon logs turned into french toast.

Oh heck, I guess I’ll give you one “yard work” photo. This is BIL saying, “Hey, I told them they didn’t have to work, but they insisted. Look, they even made the teenager help!”


What We Do For Fun

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For those of you who know us (and I can’t imagine anyone who doesn’t reading this), you will be shocked to know what we (Andy and I) did tonight.

We hung some curtains in the living room.

Then we sat on the couch and stared at the curtains.

I know, I know. Pretty crazy. I think the last time we had curtains was in the bathroom of the AA house several years ago (red curtains with pea pods my Mom made me for my dorm window in college). We just aren’t curtain people. Curtains are expensive and get dirty and cats like to hang from them and who needs curtains when you live in the boonies anyhow. So what changed?

We found a really cool curtain rod on clearance at BB&B. Regularly $50 and we go it for $8.

You get a curtain rod, you gotta get curtains. Problem is, we only found the one rod and there are two windows in the living room. I guess we’ll keep our eyes open for another rod. See what we started? Now we’re gonna have to curtainize every window. Where will this stop??

So now that you know what Andy and I do for fun, here’s a look at Anya’s idea of a good time.


The Summer of Death

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This has been a summer of death at Loafkeeper Farm.

The cage a bunch of our chickens lived in fell apart, and so the chickens became free rangers. They flew up into the shrubs and trees at night and ate bugs out of the grass by day. One day we came home from work and they were gone.

Another day we came home from work, and the last two ducks had vanished from their tractor. The door was shut, the lid was on, and there was nary a sign of struggle. We did, however, find a hole in the chicken wire. Either something neatly pulled them out that way, they packed their bags and left on their own (closing the door behind them), or the postal delivery lady stole them.

I found Carla dead in her cage (you guessed it) one day when I got home from work. She had been acting fine that morning. I don’t know what happened to her. Wibble stopped eating, and we force fed him and gave him fluids, but he wouldn’t eat. A few days later he died.

Then the sheep got bad parasites. We gave them wormer meds, and the sheep would seem to get better, but then they would get worse. By the time it clicked that we needed to change wormer, three sheep were too weak to make it. Two died on their own, and the third Andy had to put down.

2 ducks + 6 chickens + 2 bunnies + 3 sheep = Summer of Death

A few days ago, we contacted the folks we bought most of our sheep from and asked them if they knew of a good home for our girls. This morning, the Ingleside folks loaded Pearl, Sadie, Pumpernickel, Pumpernickel’s two babies, and Pearl’s baby into a giant sheep cage in the back of a pickup and took them home. We kept the Sids.

We’re a little sad but mostly we are relieved. We know they have gone to a good home where they will get to play with other sheep and run in fields and be happy. They won’t all stay there forever, but the Ingleside folks know how to sell sheep and are connected and have a great web site, and they will find new-new homes for those they decide not to keep. It’s a good thing.

So, no more chasing the girls hither and yon. No more baby sheep to fret over. No more “rammy” rams going nutso during breeding time. Less hay, less shearing, less time feeding and watering and moving fences. So yah, sad but relieved.


Snake, a snake! It’s a snake!

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We had a visitor in our flower/weed bed in front of the house. Andy wanted a better look, so he grabbed the shepherd’s crook and scooped the snake up and into the yard. I figure the critter was about five feet long. It was definitely unhappy to have been moved and did a little hissing. After a bit, Andy put the snake back in the flower/weed bed, but it wasn’t happy there anymore and wiggled off into the trees. I think it needed to find a nice quiet place to digest all those yummy mice it had bulging in it’s tummy.