I hadn't planned on cleaning out the garage, but my Dad asked us to clear out one half of it so that he can work on walls and ceiling this coming week. He has completed the insulation in the ceiling, and added on to the gas line over the past week. Today, JP and I moved the 10 foot workbench and 3 sets of shelving over toward one wall. In the process, we moved some things up to storage in the attic above the garage, and pitched a few things...definitely a profitable task overall! We were able to arrange things so that we can still fit both vehicles in, so no scraping of windows for us in the mornings! The bicycles have all moved to the barn for the time being, until we can hang them from the garage walls.
We got some target practice in, and JP and I both sighted in our rifles for hunting. I still need lots and lots of practice! I hold my breath when I aim and shoot, which JP tells me is a big no-no. The good news is that I no longer have a fear of getting slammed in the face and requiring sutures. The bad news is that I am still not too good of a shot. This makes me concerned about actually hunting. Will my conscience allow me to kill an animal when it comes right down to it? Ok...well, I know I can kill a mouse in cold blood, but haven't actually tried something bigger than a rodent. If I do attempt to shoot a deer, what it I hurt it, but don't kill it? So many issues to worry about! It will give me something to do since I'm no longer worrying about making it to soccer practice 3 nights a week!
The chickens had the run of the garden for most of the day yesterday. They had such a good time, that they tried to sneak out today while I was feeding them...the little rascals! They had a special treat this morning that they evidently enjoyed: cornmeal mush. I started making a pot full last night so that we could have fried mush for breakfast today, but half way through, I thought it smelled sort of stale. I put it in a pan for the chickens, and made another batch for us with new cornmeal. Those ladies gobbled it up as fast as I could toss it in their pen this morning!
The girls spent most of the weekend outdoors, and have slept wonderfully as a consequence. As another consequence, I have had piles of filthy clothes to wash! JP gave them an old set of walkie-talkies yesterday morning (thus the reference in the title today.) The girls set out with walkie talkies and back packs to roam all over the property, looking for "mysteries". I lowered them lunch in a bucket from the deck, which they carried along with them and snacked on all afternoon. I found them at one point climbing all over the pile of logs we have curing for next winter's fire wood.
Today they road their bikes in circles and figure 8's in front of the garage while JP and I worked. We had to break for a couple of bike wrecks. At one point I brought out a tray of crackers, cheeses and pineapple. We all descended on this like a flock of birds and picked the tray clean.
I have dried 3 loads of laundry on the line this weekend. I enjoy holding the clothes up to my face to inhale the smell of wild and free Poplar Ridge in the midst of folding. There is another load running now, to be ready to hang out in the morning. This one includes the back packs that went adventuring this weekend!
I need to go finish my last piece of mending and put the sewing machine away. The house cleaning will have to wait, as I'm too tired at the moment, and I still need to prep materials for school in the AM. Another weekend has come and gone. Even if we had nothing to show for it, we were able to spend time in the Fall sunshine, which will be just a delicious memory come dreary February.
2 comments:
You all were made for country life. What bliss up there at Poplar Ridge.
If you don't kill the deer first thing and I'm there--don't worry, I'll shriek hysterically and be a big help. No, I mean I'll go and whack it in the head with a big heavy piece of wood. So no worries.
you can borrow my mag light to whack it!
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