Work Wednesday—A Catch-Up, of Sorts

Yes, I’ve been slacking away here, trying to tie up loose ends all over the place and this last week has just been nuts. So, here’s what we’ve been up to down at the ol’ homestead and other places:

Since the last Work Wednesday, I’ve gone to the doc for a check-up—everything was great, except, you know, that age thing. Doesn’t help that Doc looks about eighteen . . . anyway, after getting my annual bloodwork in a few weeks (Doc’s idea, since I confessed I’d eaten peanut butter cups for breakfast that day), I’m good to go.

Except, well, a week later I had to go in for that yearly, um, woman’s test, the external one where it feels like a certain part of your anatomy gets sat on by a Mack truck, repeatedly, and then a week after that, I got a letter.

So much for the celebration that I didn’t have to do that for another whole year.

Long story short, I had to go back. Didn’t hurt as much, guess I was still numb, but the good news is that it was NOTHING. Whew. Won’t lie, I was a little nervous. Last time this happened, it progressed to a needle biopsy. Ugh.

I’ve also had three book events in the last couple weeks, and the kid got his license—and the driving bug bit him pretty hard right after that, so I’m sure my blood pressure has gone up a wee bit. The hubby had a doc appointment today too, and he SAYS he’s fine. Of course, he didn’t mention the bad cough he’s had lately, because, after all, HE WASN’T COUGHING IN THE DOC’S OFFICE.

Right? Sigh.

Oh, and we had my husband’s retirement party! Finally, it’s official! And in case you’re wondering, I got him a pair of overalls…


Okay, then, on to the stuff that’s really important, the reason you’re here: the farm.

We’re still playing with the new toys, and we spent eight hours last weekend cutting, hauling, and burning brush. We drove home, and the next day I went back to take my mom and stepmom out to see the place. I think they both want to come live there . . . that could be problematic . . . hmmm.


The bathroom got a new ceiling fan, because the old one looked pretty bad compared to the new ones in the kitchen and living rooms; and we did get the new light fixtures for the bath and kitchen, but they’re still in boxes until—


This weekend we’ll be pulling out the bathroom vanity and mirror and adding new ones, plus a linen cabinet. Naturally, we were both thinking after that the shower would look pretty crappy, so we’re still thinking on how to remedy that . . .

The really exciting news is that we ordered the kitchen! And it will all be here—December first.


But that’s okay. We still have to pull out the old one, and THAT will be a project. Yikes. But I’d bet we’re among the very few who ordered a gun cabinet for the kitchen, amiright?

The new appliances are coming a couple weeks before that, along with the tile for the floors. I think I’m getting tired just thinking about it all . . .




Prep Monday—Down on the Farm

First, I want to give a shout-out to our new friend Ed, who had asked if he could leave his trailer at the farm in between a fishing weekend and helping us out with clean-up. Instead, he ended up camping out there for almost a week AND re-filled the dumpster! Not to mention that he had a lot of helpful suggestions all weekend long, and a lot more for future improvements . . . Oops, and dinner on Friday night!

We came out Friday and decided to just sleep in the house, sans furniture, because of all the junk still lying around. Electric and water were turned on, everything worked, nothing leaked. Yay!

Went to bed around 10:30. It was dark. Very dark. My husband asked if we should turn on a light. YES! Um, please? Well, when I said “no furniture,” that meant “no bed.” Damn, the floor was hard, in spite of a lot of quilts underneath us. I knew my first job in the morning would be taking Advil. It was.

Then we heard a “blup.” And another. WTH? Kind of sounded like a dripping faucet, but my husband checked them all. Nope. That wasn’t it. Then we heard a few other things . . .  I tried to tell myself it was just the sounds of the house, but it wasn’t quite working.

I kept thinking of all the horror movies I’ve seen, and I’ve seen quite a lot of them. Especially “Cabin in the Woods.” Um . . .  Well, we never did find anything, but I swear, I woke up every half hour until the sun came up . . .

On Saturday morning, we located the campsite and marked it—thankfully—and literally pushed over a few dead trees. Timberrrrrrr!

The rest of our “crew” arrived around 10:30 and got the full tour. Since we only have one interior wall in the house, and no interior doors but lots of windows, the word of the day was “BATHROOM!” at which point everyone else would turn away from the house. You know, for privacy’s sake . . . About halfway through the day, Sally rigged up two old sheets, so everyone breathed a bit easier.

We’d planned to drill holes for the outhouse and kitchen shelter and set the posts, but alas. The auger we’d ordered didn’t arrive, in STL, until about 7:00 p.m. Friday, long after we’d headed out to the farm. Go figure. Thanks, UPS. 😦

So we blew leaves. And raked leaves. From under the decks, around the trees, and all down the side “yard.” We found the firepit—quite a nice one, which we cooked on and sat around both nights, listening to whatever-that-was rustling around in the grass.

We found other things, too. Odd compost heaps, enclosed in rusted wire. Lots of gallon ice cream containers with . . . stuff in them. At least one was full of fish guts. Um, what?? And extension cords leading to the lagoon. And socks. And shoes. And—I’d ask you to guess how many waterbed mattresses we found lying around near the house, but you’d never get the answer right.

Ten. We found ten waterbed mattresses just tossed out wherever. Ugh.

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Also an animal skull. And bones. Big ones. Not entirely sure from what, but I really hate to speculate.

We got rid of a ton of trash, and then burned the leaves. Well, not all of them. But a lot.

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On Sunday morning, it was pouring rain. The good news is that we discovered the stove works too—good thing, because coffee was high on my list of priorities even though Saturday night was much more comfortable: we broke down and went to town Saturday and came back with an air mattress.

Plus, the house was a lot quieter. Or maybe I was just exhausted. Or maybe those four beers knocked me out and I wasn’t budging until morning . . .

We came “this” close to finishing clearing out the barn. That whole right-side wall was practically cleared off, along with a lot of other stuff lying around. Of course, the dumpster was filled again, and we still have a huge pile outside and one inside too.

By noon, I was done. D.O.N.E. Exhausted, with a three-hour drive still ahead of us, we left around noon. Whew. Busy, busy. And this morning, I started right up with the lists for the next time!