[Joshua] Wakey-wakey!
Who: Joshua Where: Amick Estate, on the southwest shore of the former Lake Murray, SC When: June 13, early morning
Invited: Anyone in the area, not that I'm expecting anyone just yet.Status: Complete
As he had for several mornings now, Joshua awoke with the certain conviction that the one rooster he had was well aware of that fact, and thus need not fear having its neck wrung because it crowed too loudly. At least a couple more hens had started to brood. Assuming nothing got into his new-built chicken run, he could look forward to young chicks in three weeks, he mused.
A cold shower did more to wake him up than the rooster. To conserve propane, he'd turned the hot water heater to as low as it would go, 80° according to the dial, just enough to keep the water from being nerve-shattering frigid instead of the merely cold it was.
Speaking of fuel, one of his tanks had been almost empty last night and was probably dry now. While technically, he could run on the other five he'd installed for as many weeks, it was as good an excuse as any to head to Batesburg again. He was sore from post hole digging for the new fence, though not as sore as he would have been without the power auger, so he decided that finishing the new fence would have to wait, despite it being one of his priorities. He could check to see if anyone had been through there, and try his hand at raiding the self-storage place near the propane depot. He had no idea what he might find there, but he was tired of picking through houses, especially when doing so ran the risk of coming across another unburied corpse.
However, before he could play hooky from being a farmer, he still had breakfast and chores to do. He was thankful that he was almost out of the frozen breakfast burritos. He'd been hooked on Corn Pops for breakfast for years, but the need to eat the frozen foods first had ended that addiction for now. Morning chores weren't too onerous. Boss was only producing enough to need milking once a day and he did that in the evening, and he had more hauling of feed and fertilizer to do then as well. He had considered switching to milking Boss in the morning to even out his work, but the Things preferred an evening drink of milk.
Invited: Anyone in the area, not that I'm expecting anyone just yet.Status: Complete
As he had for several mornings now, Joshua awoke with the certain conviction that the one rooster he had was well aware of that fact, and thus need not fear having its neck wrung because it crowed too loudly. At least a couple more hens had started to brood. Assuming nothing got into his new-built chicken run, he could look forward to young chicks in three weeks, he mused.
A cold shower did more to wake him up than the rooster. To conserve propane, he'd turned the hot water heater to as low as it would go, 80° according to the dial, just enough to keep the water from being nerve-shattering frigid instead of the merely cold it was.
Speaking of fuel, one of his tanks had been almost empty last night and was probably dry now. While technically, he could run on the other five he'd installed for as many weeks, it was as good an excuse as any to head to Batesburg again. He was sore from post hole digging for the new fence, though not as sore as he would have been without the power auger, so he decided that finishing the new fence would have to wait, despite it being one of his priorities. He could check to see if anyone had been through there, and try his hand at raiding the self-storage place near the propane depot. He had no idea what he might find there, but he was tired of picking through houses, especially when doing so ran the risk of coming across another unburied corpse.
However, before he could play hooky from being a farmer, he still had breakfast and chores to do. He was thankful that he was almost out of the frozen breakfast burritos. He'd been hooked on Corn Pops for breakfast for years, but the need to eat the frozen foods first had ended that addiction for now. Morning chores weren't too onerous. Boss was only producing enough to need milking once a day and he did that in the evening, and he had more hauling of feed and fertilizer to do then as well. He had considered switching to milking Boss in the morning to even out his work, but the Things preferred an evening drink of milk.