Work Wednesday—What a Weekend!

If you live here in Missouri, you know we had 75-degree temps this past weekend. Boy, did we take advantage of that: lots of work on the campsite, and you may remember that there were these three weird doghouses lined up near the yard—those are gone, too. My husband just had to play with his tractor!

First, though, he finished building the outhouse for the campsite. The original plan was to tack it together and move it in pieces, but we ended up moving the whole thing on the trailer. Damn, was that heavy or what? We had to lever it up on blocks, then he just pushed it over.

Once it was on the skids and tied down, we were good to go.






This, of course, after hole-digging. Why is it, on TV and in the movies, people just dig holes without running into roots and rocks? Sheesh. False advertising.            IMG_6496[1]


Next up was paint and clearing the campsite a bit more, and yes, we took time out to just sit and enjoy the sun. I’m not exactly a crispy critter, but at least I’m not as pale as I was . . .


I did manage to work a bit, and I’ve hung up more pictures and things. In fact, I hadn’t been down to the farm for a couple weeks, and when I walked in I thought, “Wow, looks like someone lives here!” Ha.

Then the tractor came out. Finally, even more crap is out of sight. Whew. This whole project has been an exercise in crap removal!




Work Wednesday—Almost There

This past Weekend o’ Work is brought to you by New Toys . . .

We started off on Friday with the unloading of the fireplace. There were at least eight boxes inside a larger box, also filled with Styrofoam.


While my husband worked on this, with my minimal assistance, I volunteered to change out the doorknobs and deadbolts on two doors. Well. It started off just fine, but quickly deteriorated. And by “deteriorated,” I mean that he had to do a little, um, readjustment.

Not much. Really.

But they look great now!

And then the truck arrived:


I didn’t get too many pictures after that, because we pulled out and dumped about five Mule-loads of junk and trash while the guys were brush-hogging and tree-trimming—you know, how guys do it, with one on the tractor and one in the bucket. Sheesh.

Also, the two ceiling fans were installed. Again, no pictures of them. Yet.

We managed to get in two campfires and some short hikes . . .


My husband elected to stay down there for a few extra days, so by the next installment here you should get the full effect of the sanding-skimming-painting episodes . . .

Then, it’s on to the kitchen destruction. Oy.

Oh, wait! There’s more!

We took a quick trip into town and saw:


Yep. Standing on a flatbed truck, singing. No lie. And on the way home, there were two clowns behind us at the stoplight.

Yep. Rodeo clowns. In facepaint. What a strange day…