The number of things
1. We had another showing tonight. This time it was a city couple looking for a country property. They'd looked at other places on our road over the past few months, too. They stayed for an hour, came out to the barn, took a walk up to the Jester's shed, asked a lot of questions. Who knows?
2. It was incredibly humid here this morning. I mean like the air was almost dripping. While I was out doing the animal chores I was sweating like something out of a bad comedy. The sweat was rolling off me and into the alpacas' water buckets as I was filling them. (Mmmm. Salt.) My pants legs had come out of my boot tops, too, and were covered in mud and water almost up to my knees.
3. While walking back to the house, I noticed a black Mennonite van slowing down as it drove by our place. "Ah, the guys from last night," I thought. I waved. I kicked my boots off outside, stepped inside, closed the door (which has floor to ceiling windows on either side) and started to take off my pants so I wouldn't drag mud all over the place. I'm halfway out of them when I hear Dar calling out "They're back. They're getting out of the car." Fuuuuuuuck. So I run up the stairs - one pant leg on and one off. Hi, Mr. Mennonite man!
4. Turns out it was a complete stranger. Another Mennonite farmer who noticed the For Sale sign and wanted to ask some questions. Dar fielded the questions while I finished stripping in my bedroom. I think we're now on some sort of Mennonite grapevine.
5. Our mailbox failed its postal inspection. Remember that time it got hit? No, not that time - the other time. No, not that one, either. The other time. No. The OTHER other time. That lady slammed into it while turning around in our driveway? Yeah. She knocked the whole thing off kilter (it's a post sunk into a buttload of cement in a big tub), so it's kind of tilted. Well, the postal box inspector decrees that we must straighten the post. Ummm . . . no. I think all we have to do is put something under the tub so that the whole structure stands straighter. Can you believe this?
6. I'm feeling my age today, guys. Plus about fifteen years.
7. OK, you guys with laptops - how long does your battery last? I'm getting about 4 hours before it drains. Is that bad?
2. It was incredibly humid here this morning. I mean like the air was almost dripping. While I was out doing the animal chores I was sweating like something out of a bad comedy. The sweat was rolling off me and into the alpacas' water buckets as I was filling them. (Mmmm. Salt.) My pants legs had come out of my boot tops, too, and were covered in mud and water almost up to my knees.
3. While walking back to the house, I noticed a black Mennonite van slowing down as it drove by our place. "Ah, the guys from last night," I thought. I waved. I kicked my boots off outside, stepped inside, closed the door (which has floor to ceiling windows on either side) and started to take off my pants so I wouldn't drag mud all over the place. I'm halfway out of them when I hear Dar calling out "They're back. They're getting out of the car." Fuuuuuuuck. So I run up the stairs - one pant leg on and one off. Hi, Mr. Mennonite man!
4. Turns out it was a complete stranger. Another Mennonite farmer who noticed the For Sale sign and wanted to ask some questions. Dar fielded the questions while I finished stripping in my bedroom. I think we're now on some sort of Mennonite grapevine.
5. Our mailbox failed its postal inspection. Remember that time it got hit? No, not that time - the other time. No, not that one, either. The other time. No. The OTHER other time. That lady slammed into it while turning around in our driveway? Yeah. She knocked the whole thing off kilter (it's a post sunk into a buttload of cement in a big tub), so it's kind of tilted. Well, the postal box inspector decrees that we must straighten the post. Ummm . . . no. I think all we have to do is put something under the tub so that the whole structure stands straighter. Can you believe this?
6. I'm feeling my age today, guys. Plus about fifteen years.
7. OK, you guys with laptops - how long does your battery last? I'm getting about 4 hours before it drains. Is that bad?