Well, Liz is a little sick and the doctor told her to rest, so they are not coming down today. I think they will probably stay up there until the house is finished. This morning I worked on putting some flooring down in my dad’s new house before we moved a bit of stuff in the afternoon. Dinner was a tasty calzone. Tomorrow we’ll rent a truck and move more.
Merry Christmas!
It was a pretty low-key day. I tried to sleep in but couldn’t. We went over to Lauren’s for breakfast and the opening of presents. Back at my parents’ I took a nap. We spent the afternoon just relaxing, had a FaceTime call with Liz and Luke, and then had dinner. Afterwards we played a few rounds of a card game called Rook. Below is a picture of a shirt I got for Liz. Haven’t thought of what to get Little Man yet.
Mountain time, eight months.
I slept okay last night, and wasn’t in any rush to get out of bed this morning. Eventually I did though, and drove around campus for a bit. I stopped at Green’s View before going to see the goats, but they were in the barn. I returned to the cottage, read, napped, ate, read some more, then went back to see the goats again. This time they were out, and accompanied by the farm director. I chatted with her for a long while. She said that the dwarf goats were for therapy.
I went back to the cottage and chilled some more before finally deciding to leave a little before six. I took the back way home, on curvy back roads. Here at the house it isn’t too cold now, but will be later this week.
Luke turns eight months old today. Liz says he is doing very well in Michigan.
Little Man wonders when he’ll get put in a box.
It was a pretty intense day of packing and hauling boxes to the storage unit. Actually I only hauled one load in my car, but it was jammed full. Tomorrow I will return with a trailer and really move a lot of stuff. Luke is taking all the action in stride. I would imagine that he knows something is up. Lily the cat is handling the transition less gracefully. She is even more amped up and annoying than usual. I went to Home Depot for more boxes this morning and also to Southeastern Salvage, but they didn’t have the grout I needed. I caught up on my accounting from last week as well. All in all it was a pretty good day. Tonight isn’t cold yet, but it will be in a couple of nights. Low twenties.
Little Man’s first Thanksgiving.
Today felt like a bit of a bust. I started out by trying to acquire a new tank of propane. I paid for one at the close Dollar General, but it turned out that none of their cylinders had gas in them. So on to the next DG. I checked before going in and they did have some full ones. Unfortunately the woman working there couldn’t find the key. After a little wait and a call to the store manager she realized that it was on her key chain after all. I exchanged my tank and bought a second one in order to avoid future issues.
Back at the farm I started messing with the man lift. I could get it started but then it would shut down when I tried to do anything. Confused, I took the drastic step of reading the manual. Empowered with my new knowledge I was able to get it operational. My maiden voyage up was not pleasant. I was hoping that it would be better for me than a ladder. It was not. I could barely function. I moved it around to the front of the house so that my dad could do some work, but it wouldn’t rotate the way I needed it to, so I moved it again to the back. By then it was getting pretty close to time for our Thanksgiving dinner. My mother and Lauren arrived first and we set up chairs and a folding table out back in the sun. There was a lot of food to put out. We ate and talked. Luke seemed a little bored.
After lunch I put paint samples on the French doors. Liz chose a light green. Everybody toured the house then left. I set up scaffolding in the kitchen so we can work on some trim tomorrow then went into town. Aldi was closed today and Kroger closed just as I arrived. I sat in their parking lot for a long time doing a lot of research on my phone. That was actually pretty productive.
Now I’m back at the farm. Not feeling too good. Tomorrow is supposed to be colder so we probably won’t paint. Yesterday’s painting looks like garbage. Very thin in spots, and discolored because of the freeze. Saturday is supposed to be warmer.
