Written early this morning:
After nine years in AZ, a state that does not observe Daylight Savings Time, I'm not enjoying this switch. We keep finding things that need to be reset - last night it was the programmable thermostat - and it feels like it's dark until noon.
That last part may be because I was up at 2:30, or maybe because it has been raining for the last three days.
And at some point yesterday while we were at the opera the wind here blew hard. A big tree fell across Baker Rd. about 100 yards from our driveway. Someone had cut a section out allowing people could drive through, so we got home, but that last stretch until we saw all our structures' roofs intact was a wee bit nerve wracking.
We got home to find Todd had been here to spread the gravel while we were gone. It sure looks like he ran out, because areas that were supposed to get gravel are bare. The other disappointing thing is that I had hoped to mark exactly where I wanted it spread for paths down by Fred and the coop. Our unexpected absence while at the opera means that didn't get done. I'll look once the sun comes up (if it does) at the possibility of raking the gravel according to that mental plan, and then when the rain stops (if it ever does) give that a try.
The cable guy is supposed to come sometime between noon and 5 pm to repair/replace the satellite cable Todd ripped through with his Bobcat. If you're gonna get up at 2:30 it helps to have some TV to watch.
And a fire in the stove. But that requires dry wood and we don't seem to have any of that despite what the guy I bought it from told me.
Someone recently said something to me that was similar to the "I appreciate all that you do, but...." That led me to think about an axiom: "Sentences that have a but before the apodosis usually have a lie in the protasis."
Written this evening:
OK, I've done it again. It's 7:45 and I'm ready for bed. My hands hurt, my back hurts, my hair hurts. But all the wires are in their respective trenches, back-filled, and into the panel in Fred. (I had to lay the coop wire by hand.). So, I'm ready for the electrician who comes at 9 am tomorrow.
Todd called to say he did indeed run out of gravel, but the bigger problem was that with the continuing rain the ground got too soft and mucky. He was making more of a mess than anything. He thinks it may take all of this week to dry out before he can come back and finish. I spent a couple of hours hand shoveling and raking some of the gravel he put down so it more closely conforms to that layout I had in my head. His Bobcat can only do a rough job of getting it into a path.
You wouldn't believe how soft and soggy the ground is. Even where Todd put down gravel my boot left an impression an inch deep. We'll get another 1/4" tomorrow and then dry out for the rest of the week.
This morning I finished the prep for the dispensational sessions I'll do at the pastors' conference and sent the handouts on to Cory for translation. That just leaves the two sermons left to prep. But it's really just one because I'll be in two different churches and can use the same message.
I remember from my trip to Tanzania 20 years ago that one of their worship services has more energy than a month's worth of ours. Inspiring.
And we got TV back! The Dish TV guy was here for about 45 minutes and installed a new cable from the dish to MoHo. I'd dug that trench, he put in the cable and backfilled it, and, tada! - reception in time for tomorrow's primary election coverage. That I may be too depressed to watch if early returns match expectations.
It's time for coffee, brownies, and BED.
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