Busy, Busy, Busy!

It was a busy week on the homestead.

We are pretty sure that our property sits on some kind of underground spring, and that, in combination with all the rainfall from the last few months, has left our basement very wet. The water seems to be coming straight in through the cinder block walls. Not good, and not something we can afford to fix right now. Of course there is also the nasty mildew that comes from al lthe water

Now isnt' that just lovely?

Now isnt’ that just lovely?

Most everything we had down there was in some stage of wetness; from slightly damp to soaked through. A few weeks ago, in total frustration, I just started pulling everything out of the basement, except for the washer, dryer and freezer, which are all set up on blocks. It wasn’t all that difficult, because we actually have a basement-garage. The original driveway came from the street up to the garage door which opens to the basement. The main house is upstairs. I simply opened the garage door and started putting everything out in the driveway. Once it was all out, I used a squeegee to push the water into the drains or out the door. Then I hooked up a small fan to circulate the air. A dehumidifier has been added to the list of things we need to get when we have a little more money.

Ok, now that it’s all out, what do I do with it? I can’t just put it back in and I don’t have anything to put it up on to keep it out of whatever new water might come in. While I was pondering this, the rain came back; so we covered what we could with tarps and let it sit.

In the meanwhile, Ed thought we should clean out the other garage; the one that sits behind the house.

It is still stacked with things that were dropped there when we moved in almost a year ago. Since he wanted to move a lot of that to the lean-to attached to the barn, the lean-to would need to be cleaned first.

It had the same problem. When we moved (especially after I got hurt), things were brought in and dropped. Additionally, there were things left from the previous owner(s). I was thinking, “Ok, we can clean this out, move stuff from the garage in here, and then bring the stuff from the basement too.

Because of the weather and other obligations, we took two days cleaning out the lean-to. Then we moved some stuff from the garage. At some point, we decided to use the stalls in the barn as a temporary holding place for scrap and all my recyclables. We are still working on cleaning the garage, and moving things from the basement driveway.

piles  of stuff

piles of stuff

Ed checking his scrap

Ed checking his scrap

Oh, to make matters even more challenging, the doors on the back yard garage do not work. After some discussion, we decided to see if we could use parts from both doors, to make one work. We had some success. It’s not great, but the door will open and close.

We did find a few interesting “what is it?” type things. Ed’s going to ask some of his farmer friends if he knows what they are. We also found to old cuckoo clock weights  Ed says “You want these, don’t you?” Well, of course!

What is it?

What is it?

what is it 2?

what is it 2?

cast iron clock weights

cast iron clock weights

In the meanwhile, we knew my oldest son was coming in from South Dakota for a few days, and I needed to make a place for him to sleep. Additionally, we had friends coming out from where we used to live for an evening of food, fellowship and music. You know what happens when you have guests coming? Well, I know what happens, when I have guests coming. I go into high gear housecleaning. Then there was the cooking.

Did I mention that my son brought his puppy? Kat loved it, but the cats were less than impressed, and Meeko wanted to come play with his new friend. That meant Ed spent three days trying to keep Meeko from climbing the fence, but I”ll let him tell you about that.

Kat and Loki

Kat and Loki

In the middle of all the excitement, Ed had a job interview and started a new job at a truck stop about 30 miles from home. It’s less money, but less travel time and less stress too. I can deal with that.

Our friends came out, and the evening went beautifully. We had a nice visit with my son, but by Sunday afternoon, I was ready to sleep for a week!

Now, its time to regroup and get back to the business(?) of homesteading.

Connie

Sorry I Haven’t Written Lately

The title of this post probably means more to people who remember the postal system as the go- to long distance communications method, with the telegraph and the telephone still vying for second. This was how you started a letter to a friend or loved one with whom you had lost contact. So yeah, I am sorry I haven’t written lately.

I want to tell you that the phrase, “Hey, I got a great idea….” has gotten me into a lot of trouble. Granted, not nearly as much as “Hey guys, hold my beer and watch this….” but still a lot of trouble. The beer is gone, and the daredevil foolishness has followed it, at least, mostly it has. However, hare-brained ideas are no respecter of age or the supposed wisdom that accompanies age.

I was offered a job which paid a bit more than most, and carried with it several responsibilities. I told my dear wife, “I can do this job and keep up my other responsibilities here at the Farm.” Right; when pigs fly.

I took the job in February and, coincidentally of course, our last post to this blog was February. It appears that I am not the hard charging young stallion I once was. So something had to give and I finally remembered what should give. Bye-bye to the high stress job because, as a real live Texas Cowboy once told me, “It’s only money. The horses can’t eat it.”

So I am back.

The good news is that the old folks have still been working on the homestead. We just haven’t had time to write to you about it. Actually that might should be haven’t MADE time, but that is another post.

In February, we had Manic Meeko, the alleged dog, tied up because he had figured out how to out run electricity. Subsequently, we have built them a fenced-in quarter acre or so, where they can run and play. Nothing bothers me more than a dog on a chain; even when I know it is the best temporary arrangement we can make.

Katherine and Meeko in front of an old chicken house that will be a temporary dog house.

Katherine and Meeko in front of an old chicken house that will be a temporary dog house.

Gate post for the new dog fence doubling as a back scratcher.

Gate post for the new dog fence doubling as a back scratcher.

In the process of setting this up, we came across a plant we did not recognize. Connie is becoming a fairly good self-trained botanist, and has gotten really good at ID’ing plants. Here is a picture of the plant in question.

Hemlock which looks like other things except look for the purple stalks and the stalks will be hollow. It can KILL you.

Hemlock which looks like other things except look for the purple stalks and the stalks will be hollow. It can KILL you.

The plant turned out to be hemlock. For those who do not know much about plants, or ancient Greece; when he was given a death sentence in Athens, hemlock was what Socrates drank to kill himself. Here is what it looked like the next day:

That is not the end of it though. I am going to be digging, cutting and rooting this stuff out for awhile. For those who are interested here is a link giving information on identifying Hemlock.013

We did get our garden started and here are some pictures of that. We are starting from land that has not been tilled in years so we have good news and bad news. The good news is a good bed of topsoil with lots of organic material in it. The bad news is turning over grass. However, good or bad, here is the start:

Much more has been going on, Connie is making Tin Men and Dogs, Katherine is learning the fiddle, and I am trying to find a little less job than I had before.

Will write more soon,
Ed

Some other little pics just for your enjoyment:

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Meeko and Libby’s new best friend, I am surprised they haven’t invited her home for dinner.

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Connie and I on the front porch of the farm where Jesse James was raised.