We get down into the mid-30s at night and up to the low 70s in the afternoon. That's a pretty big swing. I leave home with a jacket to keep me warm in Sally (in the '60s car heaters were only moderately effective) and come home with the window down.
I like sitting in my chair before the sun is up with my lap blanket, a cup of coffee, and the sound of birds chirping outside.
No word yet from Marta so I'm assuming Stella is still playing the aloof hottie and Chiz is chewing on the flesh of his palm. Stella used to be very obvious when she came into heat with her tail wagging constantly and lots of bellowing. But since kidding the first time she shows no signs of being ready for breeding. Marta says that happens with some does.
Some people wear blue jeans and a T-shirt and you can tell they're rich.
I wear blue jeans and a T-shirt and look like I'm from Elmira.
Why is that?
I went over to the gym this morning and suspended my membership for May. It's only $30 a month for an old guy but that's still real dollars and money that can be spent on, say, a part for Sally. Given the mess of a wound on my back I can't do much of anything at the gym anyhow so why pay for it? Just putzing a little outside this morning strained the incision again and I could feel it pulling open.
Grrrr.
I'm trying to train Buddy to be off-leash. I took a length of nylon rope about 50' long and attached a clip to the end that hooks to his collar. I'd let him roam a bit then call him and give a tug on the rope. When he comes to me he gets a treat.
Today was the first session but I'm not optimistic. Either he's going deaf (he's about 12) or he gets so caught up in the sensory overload of being outside that his ears hear but his mind doesn't. I suspect the latter.
One of the chickens got too close and he took out after her. I'm killing the chickens in a few days to make room for the new chicks so I let him go a bit to see what would happen. I hoped he'd chase the hen until he caught up with her (she panicked!) and then lose interest, but he didn't. Had I not reeled him in I think we'd have had feathers everywhere and I'd be down one hen.
I'll keep trying this approach for a few days and see if he figures it out. I have to know w/o question that he'll come when called because we have no fencing except the deer fence around the garden.
Sometimes my mind goes inexplicable places.
B_G is a combination that can take one of all five vowels and make a real and common word.
Bag, beg, big, bog, bug.
I wonder how many other combos like that exist in English.
While we're on the subject of words, I like inscrutable. That's not one we often have occasion to use, except in the field of theology. And in-laws.
I got a lot done today, inside (lesson prep) and outside. The burn pile is now a pile of ashes, the walkway to the barn has another course of landscape logs, the smaller garden up by MoHo has landscape fabric and cedar chips down, and I prepped a piece of scrap metal for an experiment I'll share when it's all done. It's either going to be a smashing success or a total FAIL. But the up front cost is low and the potential savings BIG.
I'm going to take Buddy for his walk, feed Dolly & Frenchie, and *maybe* work on more prep. But aside from animals my primary goal is dinner, a shower, and bed.
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