It was a good day. I spent most of the morning finishing up my Sunday prep, not including the percolating time that will continue until the a.m. and p.m. services begin. I feel much better about my Sunday evening presentation, the trickier of the two.
As I type this I'm drinking hot cider and eating one of the brownies Pam made this afternoon. The brownies don't have nuts. Nope, that's a tooth that just came out. The whole tooth, a lower molar broken horizontally right at the gum line. I'm pretty sure this is not good, especially right before I leave town for a speaking gig.
Medicare doesn't include any dental coverage, so this could get interesting. I have no idea what I should do about a dentist here; picking one at random seems like a risky proposition.
Drat!
I spent the afternoon working on the goat shed. I got the rest of the wood treated with the second batch of aging mix that had been brewing for a few days. The entire exterior now looks like old barn wood. Then I went to work on the shed end of the electrical. Tomorrow I'll make the connections at the power end, but the inside is done. I put a motion sensor light on the outside and an outlet and switched 4' fluorescent fixture inside. It's been a very long time since I did rough electrical and the routing on this job is a little unconventional, so I'd be lying to say I was absolutely confident in my work. But what's the worst that can happen?
OK, I suppose the thing could burn down, but this circuit has both a breaker and it's a GFCI string, so if I've made a mistake one of those features should save me from catastrophe.
The guy who sold me stove wood last year when we moved here told me it was a seasoned cord. Once I had it stacked (his truck just dumped it beside MoHo) I could see it wasn't a cord, and when I started burning it I learned it also wasn't seasoned. It barely burned.
After sitting all summer it still isn't a cord, but it is fully seasoned, and it burns great. I'm discovering I need a lot less kindling to get it going, and go it does.
I've started building a fire before we go to bed so it's ready when I'm up at my crazy early hour. By the time Pam gets up it's "toasty warm" (her term) and this time of year that's enough to keep us above 65 the rest of the day. Build a fire again at night and do it again.
The time will come when I'll have to keep it going through the day, but that shouldn't take more than a single piece of wood thrown in there every few hours. And I've certainly got the wood for that! After stacking two cords and looking at the piles I have left I think we're going to top 10 cords total.
My presentation Sunday night spends time showing them some examples of people doing indigenous missions (as opposed to what is too often mistakenly called missions). I'm trying to keep things positive; no mention of the wrong, just examples of the right. Today I worked on my slides, creating a kind of superheroes gallery of people who really have put it all on the line for the gospel. And because with just a couple of exceptions I know these people well, just seeing their pics makes me smile. Good people!
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