Hay and rain
It was still raining this morning, but the driver called and said he was coming anyway. The rain was mostly just drizzle. He made it, and only the top layer of bales were damp. Yay! So I stayed home from work and we unloaded 174 bales. Finally there is some hay ready for winter. I was beginning to wonder if we were in for real famine. Not cheap, but better than the price offered by the locals, even after adding the delivery fee. Quality is good, the hay is dry and well cured, and smells lovely. We need at least two more loads the same size, though. Ouch!
While we were working we noticed a loud beeping sound. At first I thought it was a cell phone, though neither of our phones make a sound like that. We hunted around and finally realized it was coming from the neighbors' house (the Brits) some 500 feet away. It was very persistent. Afraid that no one was home and it was a smoke alarm or something, Gary went in the house and called them, but they were home. It was a carbon monoxide detector going off, and they were just letting it beep. Inside the house, with the windows shut. Must have been incredibly loud.
Once the hay was done, and the barns finished up, and Gary went off to his mom's as usual for Thursday, I had the afternoon to myself. Being tired and feeling sore already, I was lazy, and actually sat and read for a couple of hours. No deadlines, nothing looming but the bills. That's a luxury I haven't had in months, I think. It was lovely.
I am starting to think about the NaNo, though. I'm tempted to head in another direction this time, and try a werewolf story. It will be a peculiar one, of course, if I write it, but there are plenty of the ordinary kind anyway, no?
Now to bed. Tomorrow comes early.
While we were working we noticed a loud beeping sound. At first I thought it was a cell phone, though neither of our phones make a sound like that. We hunted around and finally realized it was coming from the neighbors' house (the Brits) some 500 feet away. It was very persistent. Afraid that no one was home and it was a smoke alarm or something, Gary went in the house and called them, but they were home. It was a carbon monoxide detector going off, and they were just letting it beep. Inside the house, with the windows shut. Must have been incredibly loud.
Once the hay was done, and the barns finished up, and Gary went off to his mom's as usual for Thursday, I had the afternoon to myself. Being tired and feeling sore already, I was lazy, and actually sat and read for a couple of hours. No deadlines, nothing looming but the bills. That's a luxury I haven't had in months, I think. It was lovely.
I am starting to think about the NaNo, though. I'm tempted to head in another direction this time, and try a werewolf story. It will be a peculiar one, of course, if I write it, but there are plenty of the ordinary kind anyway, no?
Now to bed. Tomorrow comes early.